Week 6: Innovator (2-3) vs. Dr Dog (1-1)-- DOUBLE NS
 

AOWL Season V, Week 6


SUMMARY OF RULES:

Verses are due
Monday at 11:59 p.m. Western / or Tuesday 2:59 Am Eastern / 7:59AM UK
There are NO extensions.

Verses MUST be a minimum 10 lines or a maximum of 48 lines (or 650 words).

Votes are due Thursday at 11:59 p.m. Western / or Friday 2:59 Am Eastern / 7:59AM UK. Failure to vote will result in automatic sign out for the next week.

All competitors must vote on THREE battles and post links/ references in the voting thread.

Read the full rules here!

TOPIC:
editing in after all matchups are posted

Good luck!
@Innovator

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Topic: while riding a trolley in San Francisco you notice an uproar of people running toward the trolley, screaming...


I assume this works? I hope?

ugh.

it works. posting tonight

Fucking a forget about this

I will try to post tomorrow morning

Sorry

@Innovator ?



EDIT: If you don't post I won't be taking the no-show win. Just putting what I have out there for critique's sake.

while riding a trolley in San Francisco, you notice an uproar of people running towards the trolley-- screaming...
as the car is leaving, the walls are heaving,
as if by instinct I grab for the stock of the M14 &--
empty air clasped in fist. cold sweat... dabbing drips.
my mind has emptied into its own bag of tricks,
every setting, blending, synthesized a disastrous mix-
PTSD is nothing like you read about.

the rain, seemingly receding now,
descending, the trolley interweaving with the crowds,
emerged. the sound of birds. wait, beeping & traffic lights.
my appetite for sound's inert. Surroundings blurred,
bleeding into my mask's confines. Picturing the thousand words
of my regiments re-imagining of what we'd been to
proud to serve. This evidence seems to crack that dream
that we'd pounded firm-- with impudence, with sticks and shit,
shouting curses at the listless shifting of the Ghaza's dirt, its inability to
bound the world we'd detached from // shivering like a mirage's sheen.

It was like we never left, until bombs besieged.
Fabric of reality, lit with shrapnel and hot debris.
Burnholes in this anthem and words switched in song,
I can believe in whatever world that I want
until the world proves me wrong