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four p.m. on Norwalk Boulevard
heating up a chilly fall afternoon
styrofoam cup filled with "coffee"
left hand holds an "apple strudel"
right hand writes "poetry"

...

it occured to me
my own skin
is a creamed coffee color, and
maybe like this beverage
it neither has the power to wake
nor was it made
with real milk

...

this donut
looks so full and inviting
it fills my entire hand
with desire
my eyes dance on its
sparkly sugared skin
smells sweet beautifully tanned
with a buttery strip
where the oven's heat
didn't quite reach

look at it - it's perfect
i couldn't help myself
i opened my mouth and pressed my lips together
then i taste its rancid grease

the donut mocks me
with the very same bite i made -
it smiles back at my sad wince

[they should've called these things "regret"]

...
donut shop
nov 10 2001
sln
...
"words"
...
tanlines on a sandy body, naked on the beach!
...
don't let your life be a donut
...
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jsenn Featured By Owner Nov 19, 2001
Yeah but, they are called "regret" when you walk into a Shipley's and ask for a Krispy Kreme........Joy
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keen Featured By Owner Nov 18, 2001   Writer
;) (Wink)

entropy/doughnuts
-claim-
you.

step into the slipstream:
https://www.deviantart.com/deviation.php? id=99040
-flow-
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ammegand Featured By Owner Nov 15, 2001   Interface Designer
Tru tru tru.
appearances can be deceitful, especially sweet ones.

I really like the second section, re: coffee
and
the
way you broke up events into sections.
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chaplinchild Featured By Owner Nov 15, 2001
you write so well! i really appreciate your style. thank you.
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hesitation Featured By Owner Nov 13, 2001  Hobbyist Photographer
nice
:smiels:
go donuts!
:smiles:


---------------
Woman by Birth
Bitch by Choice
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locussolus Featured By Owner Nov 13, 2001
i think ive been to that donut shop... toss them donuts. eat tomatos instead.
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lustrum Featured By Owner Nov 12, 2001   Writer
regret.. regret... thou must accept such a word.


lustrum
http://www.lustrum.org
A labyrinthine tale of God.
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ramdom Featured By Owner Nov 12, 2001  Hobbyist General Artist
~ donuts! evil cretins! [a friend who worked at a donut shop said it was a bunch of lard - heaps of lard! - cooked in....ready for it? lard! vats of it!]

this poem is your revenge! hehe.
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faithwalker Featured By Owner Nov 12, 2001  Student Photographer
You make me smile with every submission. Under the serious tone is a heavy layer of humor!

Faithwalker

Fella, the deviantART Mascot Thumbs Up

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meglocrush Featured By Owner Nov 12, 2001
btw, drink the coffee, use the cup to panhandle and send me some change for an apple strudel.

:meglocrush: https://meglocrush.deviantart.com
(im not as eem as you think i am)
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meglocrush Featured By Owner Nov 12, 2001
doughnuts are a lie. dont buy into the hype.

"i dont know what to say so uh... i am a doughnut." - eddie vedder, berlin 96

:meglocrush: https://meglocrush.deviantart.com
(im not as eem as you think i am)
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noize Featured By Owner Nov 12, 2001

yeah..
when all the donuts have names that sound like prostitutes..

i know that feeling..
the donut mocks me.. every time..

regret.. regret..

i don't believe in such a word..
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