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kluny

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Mon, 22 Sep 2008 at 08:33pm

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Spacemen landing in my head Wonder if I’m alive or dead Why not buried, if she died? And if living, why not fly? Rooting through my upper crust They find a corridor blocked with dust It’s not been used since two-aught-two When the screens ordered a bypass route The men assume a screenocracy Since they seem to rule me But fix their IQ very low Because of where we never go If we’re living, why not fly? And without flight, why not die?
Three others like this.
zigzagtuesday
2008-09-23
i'm exhuasted but i liked this :)
aetherlightning
2008-09-25
i like this and I hate TV
neoeno
2008-09-26
Very awesome. I love the simplicity yet catchiness of the rhythm.
andrew-in-grace
2008-09-27

I'd say the poem is a sign that you're still flying despite the black hole... I also love the rhyme and your wordings.

kluny
2008-09-28
haha, good one andrew. thanks.
-mc
2008-11-24
I dont understand this part "It’s not been used since two-aught-two" Otherwise i really like this.
kluny
2008-12-09
It has the right number of syllables for the meter, as opposed to "two thousand two".
burning_sands
2009-12-29
witty and very.. well.. you.