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Creepy Crawley (2)
Sticky, scratchy, scrappy, stickly arms scrapping down, across, down, shiny shivering slithering pulsing hairs standing on their ends the sick sinking sunken feeling falling, calling to my brain
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Creepy Crawley (1)
Sickly sinking in my stomach, something slimy, itchy, scratching, stroking, strolling, slowly sliding, slowly sinking, sinking, scratching, shivers down my spine. *Author’s note: I haven’t finished Did We Win? yet, but this poem just kept banging at my head. Also … Continue reading
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Did We Win? (6)
Stop the clock, start the countdown huddle and yell, yell and huddle break, hut, hike, go! Fake, fake, fake, break away a hole opens and he sprints through the middle Slam! Down to the ground. Move the chains but call … Continue reading
Did We Win? (5)
Move it forward again down to the ball up again, the ball in the air the fingers clutch, it bounces. From finger to finger it bounces Out of one arm and into the next Finally landing, bouncing, out of bounds.
Did We Win? (4)
Another down and another go the yards stretch out before them a start, a fake, a pass, a catch. He spins around one tackle and bounces off another one finally gets his legs and he falls down, down, down.
Did We Win? (3)
Head cracks against head shoulder braces against shoulder the arms have to stay inside but they never do. Holding! Holding! Holding Dammit! Can’t you see you blind bastard! The defender goes down and there is a break in the line. … Continue reading
Did we win? (2)
The clock stops to move the chains the ball replaced by the whistle men the teams huddle and make their plans their fingers touch the ground they are pinned now, unable to move. The air snaps around them waiting, waiting, … Continue reading
Us, Part 1 (Complete)
The hotel reserved The number is set The food has been bought The coordinator met The cake is reserved The shape is approved The taste is delicious It waits to be moved The flowers are bought The vases are made … Continue reading
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Ghede (Complete)
Ghede The dead of night, the time is right, we take flight, down the stairs, outside the light. My heart beats fast, we move at a dash, the night won’t last, into the jungle, to join the cast. A clearing … Continue reading
Did we win? (1)
The ball is in motion in the backfield the line holds, holds, holds, a man breaks through and rushes forward the ball flies into the air. The passer goes down in a tackle the yellow flag hits the ground, before … Continue reading
