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SILVERWOODSTUDIO
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3/2/2009 10:44:01 PM
POETRY AND PROSE
A NEW STATIONA SAMPLE!!
Strange how memory triggers, like a cocked gun
when you thought the safety catch was on.
It stands to reason I suppose,since light travels faster than sound,
that darkness does too.
I am sitting on the bed watching you share a needle.
Fascinated how the blood (yours?) travels backwards, then forwards.
We all breathe a sigh of relief.
You two because you are fixed.
I, because I can finally get some peace.
The frenzy is over, your shaking subsides.
Desperation and colour drain from your face.
You lie tangled together,
I know you've been screwing her and I don't even care.
You told me once how she came into the room behind my back and kissed you,
tongue deep, even though you'd just been sick.
I guess that was my cue,
yet somehow I just couldn't go.
Your slowly unfolding wreckage burns cold,
a blacklight.
You are an outline in white chalk.
Amongst the stink of ashtrays,
the dirty dishes impossibly stacked,
you are Green Eggs and Ham.
You are Sam fucking I am,
and I do not like it.
Not in my brain not in the rain,
not on my back or in your tracks,
I do not like your monkey habit,
I will not eat it with an addict
.There is a dull clink as the syringe hits the floor.
Your dog, neglected as usual, whines and raises her head.
The next sound is the back door closing as I leave.
“Bang.”
L J STOCKMAN 2009
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Dick Aven
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3/2/2009 10:51:17 PM
cool!!!
I definitely lost track of myself and entered the world of this piece.
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The Man With No Band
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3/3/2009 12:03:55 AM
"Very ... Very ... VERY GOOD !" ... said the jolted, jilted man ...
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Kevin White
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3/3/2009 12:09:03 AM
Dr. Seuss, referenced above ...
Was born today, 3/2.
Just a little side note ... and to make it weirder coincidence, exactly at the moment I type this, there is a woman on the food channel talking about Green Eggs and Ham and how she's doing a cake illustrating the Grinch and his dog stealing everyone's presents ...
Odd timing ...
Kev-
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Bob Elliott
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3/3/2009 12:13:15 AM
Who wrote this?
This is actual poetry.
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Kevin White
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3/3/2009 12:15:23 AM
Note the last line, Bob.
K-
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Bob Elliott
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3/3/2009 12:28:07 AM
Yeah, but who is Stockman? Is that Silverwood? Is that one of us here?
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SILVERWOODSTUDIO
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3/3/2009 12:28:35 AM
all added ---plus your comments----great !!!!
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Kevin White
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3/3/2009 12:34:04 AM
Rob isn't the writer of this work, Bob (correct me if I'm wrong, Rob). I believe he's actually Rob ... which wouldn't figure with a name like L J Stockman.
Yet, with so many anons running amok around here, some confusion is fully understandable.
K-
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The Man With No Band
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3/3/2009 12:45:46 AM
Thanks Robbie ...
"L.J. Stockman"
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SILVERWOODSTUDIO
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3/4/2009 12:25:48 AM
thanks for that Sam!!
Bob ----Lisa Jane Stockman is my married daughter----she is a poet here in New Zealand and has had a hell of an interesting and somewhat dangerous life----so she knows a thing or two!!
any more adds? (leave a comment)
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never never band
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3/4/2009 5:15:58 AM
wow..
thats a great piece.
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SILVERWOODSTUDIO
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3/5/2009 11:04:00 PM
Thanks Never '
we like "the Deep" so added-----
you will notice--- a few plays (ha ha)
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