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Rs Poem
its funny the way you haunt
like an always welcome ghost
chiming chains in my attic
and how you're there, just
always there, keeping
ever after at it
Copyright © Rs | Year Posted 2006
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Rs Poem
too clever to sit on four legs
i lean back on the two
that teeter and teeter
as i tap on the keys
in the half fetal
legs bent at the knees
they teeter and teeter
i'd say sixty degrees
im tipping, im tapping
im typing the keys
'da ding' who just signed on?
oh her, it's her! it's her! oh geez
shock shifts my balance
legs lock at the knees
okay, okay, steady, steady
then! that box to the top of my screen
Foxygirl says: hey, how aren't you?
no, how are you? i mean
im taken back
wait no, im falling back
only thought: grab! GRAB!
i latch on to the table
on which the laptop sits
left of a hot coffee, i had only a sip
the table tries it's best at tug-o-war
but there's no turning back
im hitting the floor
i dont let go, until it's too late
that coffee i made? skipped a date with my mouth
for a brief patter at my chest and the rest to my lap
its over its over
another chance botched
there's brown on the carpet
and brown on my crotch
everything fell over
just as i ordered
and now my fly reaks
of a columbian odor
Copyright © Rs | Year Posted 2006
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