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Constipated Mind

hebb swenton on Nov 30, 2009
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Being stuck on the simplist of thoughts.

Marvel at the constipated mind

It’s been said performance anxiety is quite natural

Run with the romantic scissors

Besotted but unsatisfied

Cake skin smooth

But tastes like heat

Heavily petting the alter ego

Sampling what lies beyond the view of a mirror

Baffled at this current mindset

Sipping from a cup of forgotten

Assistance absent on the course

Need some help carrying these poetic golf clubs

Above par is the constipated mind

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  • Crissy on Nov 30, 2009

    Hey, this is GREAT! I love the deep-substance poetry that you share. There were some very clever and unique lines in this piece. “Run with the romantic scissors.” What a statement that makes! Excellent!

    I did think ending seemed a little forced, as the last two lines seemed to come from somewhere else or another piece.

    Oh, and punctuation. Gotta have it. I was a bit confused by a line meeting another in mid-line.

    Thank you for sharing this piece of yourself with me.

    Crissy

  • simplyoj on Jan 22, 2010

    Great title and piece!

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