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A Poem by Nobody.

Fidget thinker

          Fidget thinker

                                    Tapping pencil

                         T                              rrrrrrr      racing letters

                                Rubbing digits

                                  Finger on thumb

on Finger on Thumb        on Prancer On Nixon     Watergate floods the

Mrs. Sippi          Sippy cup    SLURRRRRRRRRRRRRPOWEEEE!

                                      Fidget thinker

             Flex Flux Flung

teeth&tongue&cheek&tits&areola----heeee----whoooooo!

 

Of severed fingers found in laundry baskets;

Linty caskets of urban lore,

And the tiles on the floor: counted.

Front row blonde mounted.

Fountain pen….fountain water;

Water fountain tastes like metal

Is heavy…heavy metal:

Judas Priest and steel beams,

Like Jim with a little cola

Cola…cola…coke in fat lines

On the bathroom sink.

So 80s like Talking Heads:

Psycho Killer lyrics make me think.

I think I should wash my

Hands. So Glad I have hands.

Must take care of them. Prosthetics

Seem awkward. I have seen shoes

Made with plastic feet inside. Screw it!

Screws into the threaded nub.

 

Fidget thinker

                                           Fidget thinker

 

That smell; that noise.

Hair is burning somewhere in the buil-

Ing blocks were fun. I want to construct

Something meaningful before I die;

I     eye    <(o)>

Aye     i

Know things that I shouldn’t, but

The door wasn’t locked. She said

They were wrestling. Susan has a lovely

Earlobe. Lobe is a creepy word. Like

Thwart or globules. I feel less humanoid

With each passing car. Are you naked

Under there? I often think of your

Kneecaps: size, color, texture, flavor.

Savor the cartilage. Or Wobble. Am I erect?

Well, how am I going to make it to work now?

I need……..more……

Sex, icecream, pets, socks, superbowl rings, pictures

Of aardvarks and platypuses or I’ll never be cool.

 

Fidget thinker

                     Fid-

Get thin-

Ker………time to get mobilized

And

Turkish yams.

© 2011 Nobody.


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I would be like this if I had a dose of the white line.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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LOL I just think how dull this place would be without poems like this from you and a few others - the talent on here is just wow at times - I love the eye haha nice!

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This is brilliant and something I relate to far too well.

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lobe? made me laugh.

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Brilliant, unique, relatable.......... Bravo!!

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Yep, I am.

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Your mind is a veritable feast of thought and process. I was engrossed in this, in what? You tell me. But I have to tell you, your creativity is king....and I will forever be a loyal subject.Loved this.

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this is hilarious, i hope

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