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Ode to Emesis
 
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My body retains phrases
for which it’s not equipped
Stanzas, verses and rhymes
all cures to my ailments
Projectiles unto paper
a collage of attention deficits
My words flailing about
agitated prerequisites

That, by design
are as warped as my imagination
Now, thoroughly beaten into semi-submission

Little origami emotions folded neatly for display
So you, my audience, can dissect and evaluate
My staccato of dry heaves, the cadence in my veins
The results of purging myself onto a page

Regurgitation loosely referred to as poetry

By myrhyme

© 2010 myrhyme (All rights reserved)

 

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