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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296
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left behind carnival boys, crochet world-wide miscarriages out of the confused tears of hidden tongues sand castles buried under a heap of sluge diet, fitness, love & sex, cling to a chess board of rotten eggs horned royals of slime lay dead, on their front lawns so vultures can pick their minds while tapping the edges of prison bars with rusty cups & desert prayers stark indifference, living on the ruby throats, of brown tattoos promising heaven yes, a day of flea market shoppers peeking over speed bumps, with the nibblers hungry for a feeding frenzy pickling split personalities to sell like a refurbished lamp to the general public ironing out papers that some midnight conspiracy wrote man-made hurricanes loitering hell bent on throwing grenades raping ancient sparrows, till their dead their sons smelling like old navy stomping on oak floorboards until history can do nothing but stay in bed peering through plea bargaining of an animated future of frozen debt and business establishments stealing from the pockets of defiant souls turing them inside out, planting drugs until they’re empty and cold middle school stealing cigarettes out of my car smoking the next generation with genetically altered products claiming the constitution is a photo gallery for party animals take your pick…the slogans read how exactly, am i to peel off the dark? in a supermarket of revolving heavens that eats up all the children… and bored dove’s still applaud some honey-scented organization with a full inside story that would retrieve the charred essence of any day and make it look like a summer in new york i guess i’ll just keep chanting through the crack in the door chiseling down the halls of hell waking up some morning looking down the barrel of a .38 revolver lined with a brooch of my grey hair it costs way to much to get out… |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
how exactly, am i to peel off the dark? ~*~ I went hungry over the weekend, waiting for my Monday poem! Once again, I was going to repeat several lines here... just to say, "yes, this one, and THIS one..." but the whole danged poem would have been replayed...  |
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Startime55 Member Elite
since 2003-04-05
Posts 2148Alberta, Canada |
Oh my goodness this is so very powerfull...Stunning writing...*big hugs* |
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