flesh, an accessory

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I hear you crying little boy
ostracized by all around
like an unwanted action figure
banished to the dusty attic

I hear your heart singing
for freedom-love-for joy
and friendship most of all

I hear you playing with imaginary
figures friends those real people
all toying round your imagination, i know
you’re holding hands with her
laughing and skipping

through meadows or green backyards
in the parking lots of your make-pretend
you’re both splashing in the puddles after
a long, cool )rain( i see, what you see
in that igniting constellation

so she cringed when Sam said
you liked her, that didn’t stop you
did it? so they pointed and laughed
when you offered, dove
little birds singing in the trees
but the choir girl would not sing to you
no the choir girl would not sing to you

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Hi underground dude,
I read yo poem.

Have you checked out my “how to stroke the ego”?

I think that we are each writing about the same subject, but my poem was harsh. Check it.

[ And by the way, I think love is not a play thing, it’s damn-serios. Most people wouldn’t agree, though… ]

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Wow. Tugging at the old heartstrings, TUM. Nice.

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Glad you liked it, rainey. Incidentlly, the line I meant about mike, since you asked, was the one which began with “Tightning.” (I wasn’t sure if it needed to be dropped from the previous line, although I assumed you wanted to emphasize that particular word. It just broke the flow a bit for me, that’s all.)

Dan,

Did it seem to you that I made love seem like a “play thing?”