Faculties

Faculties

A Poem by Soil Creep

A sniveled man shifts about his faculties
behind the man, a series of flashes.
I can see how they  would come to hate each other,
two vicissitudes, 
garlic salt and battery acid.
But it is not my position to play match striker
anyway.
Too dampened for that anyhow.

© 2013 Soil Creep


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Soil Creep
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Added on January 24, 2013
Last Updated on January 24, 2013
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Soil Creep
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Maryville, MO



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