Zone

Zone By Kieran Pavlick 26 October 2012 Stitch me back together, whether it hurts me or not. I still don’t know if I was Blown up or shot. The brain plays tricks, maybe a bullet or shrapnel from bricks. I ain’t afraid of dyin’ I’m in a macho clique. We expect the worst to happen. Part of that is Rappin’ and Some of it is Shtick. You doin’ it with super glue? How modern of you. From assembling model airplanes, To jigsaw puzzles, Dude Technology took away stitches, so I won’t look Frankenstein crude

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Poet Destroyer A

Date: 3/10/2013 11:18:00 AM

Good morning, KIERAN;-) Congratulations on having your poem featured this week. Have yourself a nice and sweet Sunday. ~Always & Forever *LINDA

Daver Austin

Date: 3/4/2013 2:22:00 PM

At 83 I do look "Frankenstein crude." Super glue aint gonna fix it nor lace mary jane. Damned if I understand your poem, but like your style. Congrats - good selection. daver

Kieran Pavlick

Date: 10/27/2012 9:05:00 AM

I Appreciate You Reading as many as you do. I wrote this poem ,with a view to looking from the injured person's viewpoint. Writing a Poem,without really knowing a person's perspective,makes it flat. I have met many injured warriors.

Carol Sunshine Brown

Date: 10/26/2012 8:23:00 AM

Another weekend is here and I have not read as many poems as I would have liked to this week. I am happy I was able to read yours today. Have a wonderful weekend Kieran. Hopefully I will be able to read more next week. Love, Carol