Jack pudding

by giant anatomy

Published February 1, 2006

Jack pudding

Seven sleepers
Seven sleepers
And a copper stain
From welkin ring
You love the drama
On my psyche
So why
Don’t I cry?
My genetics set on
Slow release
But my cerebrum
Brainpan
Becomes stove
The pressure
In time
Your get your wail
Seven sleepers
Seven sleepers
Tragic creates
Traffic
Just shows
Humans love drama
Just look away
Just look away
From roof top hard backs
Bullet on wheels
No intention targets
To kill
But projectile bull eyes
And there’s a showcase
Of blood platelets velvet drapes
Crushed shell
Scrape heap and limbs
Tragic creates traffic
No drama
Just look away


©luke instone-brewer copyright 2006

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Doubt
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Doubt commented Comment · Feb 2, 2006

Quite a poem. Not exactly my favourite style but it was nice.

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Elizabeth
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Elizabeth commented Comment · Feb 1, 2006

AWESOME and the title had PUDDING in it!
What's welkin mean? Welkin ring?

untill it sleeps commented Comment · Feb 1, 2006

great stuff :)

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giant anatomy
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giant anatomy commented Comment · Feb 1, 2006

cheers mate :wink:

youngblackwriter7 commented Comment · Feb 1, 2006

Cool poem! There are no other words to describe it, besides cool!

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giant anatomy commented Comment · Feb 1, 2006

all welcome 2 leave feedback cheers



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