FAST DESCENT 4-25-75
Hurtling through the mirror maze
young-old embryo. Contorted, misshapen,
falling back one eye. Cry “Please!” Cyclops crazy
beady, heavy. Where am I?
Who?
Brown, old contankerous brazen
witch bitch delirious. Stop! Simple smirky
purple prude. I am the glamorous sham.
Damn.
Staccato waltz, loping trot, forget-me-not, do.
Who?
Who is that spinning, passing prisms
fancifully, fragmented to pieces. Vertigo.
Butch fem all of them am I–Please, no.
Red. Gaping maws dirty paws
shiny smelly ripened belly.
Yes, no, true. My God
hell-o.
NANMYKEL.COM 
Love the staccato disjointed feel to this!
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Thanks, tho I noticed it didn’t exactly fit in with the ambiance of the posts tonight!
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There is such intense sense of decay in this – love it.
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In 1975 it was decay, but (and?) I’m still here!
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Yes! Excellent. There’s no such thing as an ambience Nan. Poetry isn’t about fitting into a group. Love the poem! Hope to see more.
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Thanks. I thought I saw your photo peeking out down there! Nan
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Looking forward to the next one. I read through all the comments and it is clear your poem was understood and appreciated. Well done. What I find amazing is the age you were when you wrote these with such insight and sophistication!
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You’re a good coach!
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Thanks! Next time, don’t be shy to mention the poems feature in Fallout.
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Okay, I’ll try…Thanks.
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Or if you’re too shy, I’ll mention it in the comment section.
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OK, but wait til I use another one from there. Today’s is not. : D
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Okay. Finishing a course in creative writing before I tackle the review. Should be at the end of this week. 🙂
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Hang loose. No rush! At all!
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I’ve recommended your book to a local South African psychologist. Hope they buy it!
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Thanks, Petru. By the way, I’m not counting on you to push my book. That’s not why I sent you a copy. Please don’t take that on as a task! Your friendship is much more important.
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Okay, I won’t make a job of it, I promise. But if the subject comes up with whosoever, it is natural to mention one has read such and such a book by such a person. 🙂
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Just worked it out, you were 42 at t time!
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Time flies when you’re “having fun!”
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🙂
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It fits where it fits 🙂 I like the energy in this poem, and the linking rhymes, full of questions and the answers? Who has them?
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: D Thanks!
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Could be a prompt question.
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You’d get a lot of exotic answers 🙂
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Yes, they’re coming to me now…
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Write them down, quick!
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; D
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It’s a brilliant hurtling down dangerous cliff faces, or at least that’s the impression it gives me, not quite able to brake or stop…
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You got it! Not til hell…
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Doesn’t matter whether it fits with the rest or not. This has great appeal. And something to chew on. Brava!
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Thanks, Lady!
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Reads like a beat poem to me…love the rhythm here.
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I appreciate your words. Thank you.
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I liked the sound of this with rhymes and alliteration popping up all over the place.
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Thanks. I think I was howling more than writing poetry!
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Love the chaos of your words Nan.
Kind regards
Anna :o]
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Yes, I think “chaos” describes it pretty well. But note that was 1975….Now?….
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Reads like a fast stream of consciousness writing ~ Bring it on ~
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I reckon it did spew out pretty fast! Thanks for the thought.
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This piece just MOVES and takes me with it!!!
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Thanks, Lillian, for being moved!
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My goodness this is soo intense and stirring! Bravo!❤️
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I appreciate from the bottom of my heart.
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