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Compartment 114
Compartment 114
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One more

A Poem by Soil Creep
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Wake him up

"
  In a moment 
as such, 
remember that trunk in the corner 
near his convenient tone establishing imagery.
  Light that audience selector of yours.
Breathe the credibility and all its symbolic tension
in peacetime
     love
         is boring,
like slobbering retards attempting 
      the possible and mad.

© 2012 Soil Creep


Author's Note

Soil Creep
Criticism is always welcome any and all.

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i read a few of your other poems and this is definitely my favorite.
i like your style of writing.
anyways, this poem is intriguing and begs you to read it a few times.
i like how you separate "love is boring" so it stands out.

Posted 12 Years Ago


"love is boring,
like slobbering retards attempting
the possible and mad."
I like the way you use the language. Made your point direct and with honest and strong thoughts. Thank you for the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Added on June 11, 2012
Last Updated on June 17, 2012
Tags: art poetry postmodern

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Soil Creep
Soil Creep

Maryville, MO



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