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Electric Quill Help Me Feel

Updated on November 16, 2015

Which way to turn this twisted wheel,

Search engine squeals, rod knocks time clock, ka-chunk, burnt rubber peels,

Back my cap, no tires flat, scratch my .ss- back, I two know-how you feel,

Tar heels meals, gyros... Veal,

Sheep says sheet, lamb fleece blinks, check's in the mail,

Air it fell, from under hell, down- follow the trail...

Snail scales ale's, through the garden & around the pail's,

Tripped up skip with a one foot slip, quick grab with your nails,

Roots impailed...

Hail... All hail, the queen mysteriously unveiled,

Biodiversity is the key, hey have you heard anything from the whales???

Walrus huffs close enough... Wind gales,

Force breeze begin, skippers within, chum bucket bail's,

Swim the deck broken shipwreck, grab your neck, ahold of the rails...

Rouge wave details...

Every account of the collapsing sails,

Breathe out... Whew, poetry sales...

Off into the void noid, hearts & feathers... Enter scales,

How much does it weigh... Nay says hay chewing bales away grazing the day, land locked slop, plan fails,

Rooftop drops filled to the top, water pales,

In comparison, 7, 11... Heaven, well I'm dead then, Look up swales-

Ya dig... Yes, pickled pig wiggles in, curling up tails,

The tales winding down bloodhound, search ground, documenting what you found all around, pulse pound a living sound, find holy grails...

...Careful, its probably coded with ruby on rails...

Ha ha... Just kidding, comedy... Nailed...

Keep it going??? Ok but you're rowing... Into a storm slowly... Pirate singing knowingly wailed,

Humpback records tracks, low tide slacks crabs relaxed shack, he's got a knack for that crap, kicking back like a fowl wing flap... Quails!!!

Jump, ship quick nick... Snap, derailed,

Dry dock hawk flocks to the top of cop's knot, can you not cop the dot dot dot... Don't you tell,

Ah what the hell,

What Am I trying to tell,

Myself, how to sell this electric quill,

Everyday I feel & everyday I fell,

Dust off enough makes you tough, or else just give up & ring the bell,


Well I guess that's enough, I've got some work to do, true, probably you too, cents away... Into, wishing well...


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      goego 22 months ago from Loserland

      I can't explain it- I keep writing this stuff and these stories keep showing up close to home, the #9? Read 'return-non of state om- follow the link in the comments

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      Bill Holland 22 months ago from Olympia, WA

      I don't know what to tell you, my friend. Making money in this business...sheez! I do think you should be entering poetry contests. There are quite a few free ones out there...a little fame wouldn't hurt your cause.

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      goego 22 months ago from Loserland

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      goego 22 months ago from Loserland

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      goego 23 months ago from Loserland

      Thanks bill, I just wish I knew what to do with this 'talent', or maybe where to go- I feel like it might be useful or helpful somewhere- I just haven't found it yet. Onwards & upwards friend, bless

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      Bill Holland 23 months ago from Olympia, WA

      Such a clever, clever metaphor. My goodness you are talented.