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September 15, 2009
While the suggester brought another piece by ~discocabrado to my attention, when I read Accepting a drink because you want a drink and saw how well the triplet form was used with the unusual choice of subject, I couldn't help but feature it.
Featured by SparrowSong
Suggested by ikazon
Literature Text
Does this cloud-maned beauty see
how I ironed this shirt, pressing mercilessly
until the ionised water evaporated? Does he
understand how long it took to shape
my hair this way? To cover the gape
where my once-full coiff's now planning its escape?
Did he notice my choice of a twenty?
I had tens in my wallet. The drink cost two-fifty
but it looks like purples are all I carry
this way. Does this Pan, who probably fucks
his choice of uni intake bucks
see my killer-sweat? The flux
his lick of the lips casts? Of course
he does, but it works. No laws
against flirting, grandpa. Can't force
him to stop. He thanks me
for the double and coke, waits the customary
five minutes in my company,
then mumbles something about a song
he wants to dance to, and is gone,
having left me a number a digit too long.
how I ironed this shirt, pressing mercilessly
until the ionised water evaporated? Does he
understand how long it took to shape
my hair this way? To cover the gape
where my once-full coiff's now planning its escape?
Did he notice my choice of a twenty?
I had tens in my wallet. The drink cost two-fifty
but it looks like purples are all I carry
this way. Does this Pan, who probably fucks
his choice of uni intake bucks
see my killer-sweat? The flux
his lick of the lips casts? Of course
he does, but it works. No laws
against flirting, grandpa. Can't force
him to stop. He thanks me
for the double and coke, waits the customary
five minutes in my company,
then mumbles something about a song
he wants to dance to, and is gone,
having left me a number a digit too long.
Literature
an augury of tears
your love is the wind
on water. mine heaves deeper
than cruel riptide.
Literature
quacking jokes
three ducks explode
into laughter:
private joke
Literature
Fionnuala's Song
Mirror-light curls and carves
the ripples of the
moon-dyed
lake,
willow-dipped,
velveteen,
cool as a northern caress on
the wing
I think that I
might be a
bird
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Full title's 'Accepting a drink because you want a drink.' NaPoWriMo Day 5
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Thank you so much for the DD and for the wonderful feedback everybody!