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1 20%
2 40%
3 60%
Voters: 5.
Top two go through. Don't vote for yourself.

poets -
eyelash, auditor
ium, salacious
diesel gerund,
pumpernickel slovenly
we say nothing.


i'd swallowed my back teeth
because i couldn't keep them clean enough,
and slovenly coughed through a parade
because the diesel wasn't green enough.
i'd put on my iron lung
and waded around the deep
for as long as i could,
but retreated once i learned
what water does to pumpernickel.
i'd met a girl once before this
and we kept each other active
with kissing, talking, fighting, jogging,
there were never any gerunds in sight,
and we'd always end up back at hers
to mend her salacious appetite.
so i've scribbled and scrawled across her walls
covering them in diatribe,
but allowed her to regain magisterial poise
before i subtly sidled to her side.
(cue the lights)
that night brought me back to a better time
when her and i were settled beside,
like eggs in a carton
sitting in a packed auditorium.
she had reached over to brush an eyelash
from my cheek,
but instead stopped and pulled her hand back
leaving it intact.
i began to ask why
when one look changed my mind.
i started to realize that
she should be more than just a future story,
and one at a time
her and i
became little children again.

You start with a smile
a flutter of eyelash.
Promising the gourmet and the bohemian
But alas
Providing the slovenly
Stale, diesel soaked pumpernickel.

He sidles into your word of motion
Art; Excitement
From his shelter of academia
He solves equations
Identifies gerunds.
You drink
And stretch out his trust.

You end with diatribe
and exchange belongings in cardboard boxes.
You're salacious
and you know it drives him bloody mad.
Voted blue and red.

Blue had little effort, but still good.

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