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| ***BIO*** Jason Fisk lives somewhere in the Midwest where he nightly fights criminals, mostly cow-tippers and t.p.'ers. He can spell (with spell check) and changes shitty diapers on a daily basis (not his own). He likes long quiet walks where he often pretends he is a dog. You can learn more at: jasonfisk.com |
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| Overheard Conversation |
| The knowing whispers
pull my ear toward your hidden words I imagine hands covering mouths and coated lips eyes rolling around searching the room I dare not look past my book as I listen to your verbal criticisms I hear inflection knowing that spirits have been sparked peaked by similar views from others of others My voyeuristic ear hears you spank your subject You paddle them with silent private useless criticism |
| by Jason Fisk |
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| June 2006 |
| 64 |