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lucid From the giggle of late adolescence five rows up and one across I must appear a slight bit lucid, or a mite ecstatic as I'm caught in lip-sync with a head teetering on totter shoulders. So I take up a two-step to the music in my seat, wink-and-gun my differently abled neighbour and we wipe our drool in time. Published in Out/Words #3 (view contents) Discuss this work in our Forum Back to poetry - main |