my only confrontation
a united affront
a collective cold shoulder
echoes of a liar’s tale
whispered in the dark
dancer stumbling
through a hall of mirrors
making love to his reflection
GET REAL. KILL A FANTASY.
crazy from the ions
keeps me jumping
it’s no problem if you just keep moving
like platinum lightning
flashing across the clear night sky
the visual is wonderful… can i shoot that dancer?
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Your poem provokes very strong visuals for me.
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corollary to the golden rule: keep moving the mouse to outfox the mouser
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