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December 1, 2005

Ted: Spillage

Ted's java fell upon this deck,
Heat flow, thru shoe sole, burn.

Pain then, lava like, turn head
Worn shoe, many rips

Shit, hell, fuck, damn says Ted's eyes,
wide with pain.

Then grow fury, grow hate
unto that java pool upon said deck
Pool upon brow
Pain anew from this java lava pool
Java onto Ted's face,
into Ted's eyes
that lava burns

Hero stir:
pull away from that heat
help stay this pain
help heal this burn

Cool blot upon this fire pool
balm away Ted's fury, Ted's sear, Ted's pain

Good will oust fear, oust pain, ease

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Comments

I can't touch this - it's too good.

So I won't be submitting anything today.

Posted by: Jim Parkinson at December 1, 2005 7:31 PM · Permalink

These front pagers (where you should be) are pretty doggon good. The last few days have tickled me pink!!!

Like you Jim, I'm just going to be quiet today. Although, Fred and Duck are both four letter words.

Posted by: kasac at December 2, 2005 5:59 AM · Permalink

Thanks, kasac!

I tried to do what Ted did but I didn't pull it off nearly as well. Sometimes you just have to tip your hat and leave it at that.

Posted by: Jim Parkinson at December 2, 2005 11:54 AM · Permalink