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[crazy a]

waking up


waking up
in a hot bed
surrounded by hot air
the fan not doing any good
the neck of my shirt
damp with sweat
my face like greasy rock
my tongue a large fuzzy thing
my brain a lump of nothing.

waking up
in North Carolina
in August:

it's like
dying
in reverse.

[dwim]

I can really relate to this, waking up in the hot humidity. Sometimes, that's all a poem needs, just a connection with the reader. Very good and very commendable.

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I try to be humble but this guy threw my greatness in my face! I'm trying to deny my greatness!

"Everything belongs to me because I am poor." - Jack Kerouac Visions of Cody

[gollum]

wow. i think out of the four, this is my favorite (although it's close). maybe it's the fact that my clothes are sticking to me, and i've sweat about 5 gallons' worth of water in the past 10 minutes, but i really liked and identified with this one. and on top of that, the last stanza is the killer. it's just beautiful and perfect.

i'm impressed. (welcome back, by the way

-g

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Sometimes i think everyone on this board is crazy. The rest of the time i'm sure. -Dan
somehow i see [gollum] clinging to a tower and rousingly calling for a new world order. -starky

Yeah, I'm a real prize. Tonight, I'm a bronze medal.