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Poem Details
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| Title: | The Sliding Scales of Disorder |
| Author: | Geordie Kline |
| Date Submitted: | 1/6/2012 |
| Email: | glk531@yahoo.com |
| Poem: |
As the impulse rapidly migrates through the frontal lobe, hold on – temptation growing. I need more, the lights are bright, the sounds are loud money, money, money – balance the chequebook? Are you serious? Who is looking at me, why, what do they see? The lights have now created an aura To accompany the feedback. Yesterday, in bed – miserable – peaceful ?... |