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Deep Southern Tragedy
Contributed by
Morgan
on
Thursday, 21st July 2005 @ 08:31:20 PM in AEST
Topic:
LostLove
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Sonnets in hotels and the Bard on the wall
above your bed turning your
Life's Nightmare into a Midsummer Night's Dream
of cat fighting over the Cat-Wok and insisting you're not a model
but agreeing complacently that you should be.
Late introductions between des contraventions because
his mind was in the clouds.
Track the year with a Mayan calendar... they're practically perfect.
nothing will ever be as perfect as you
I hate rice-rockets, but that one flew (who'dduv thunk it?)
straight to your rescue.
GOD don't let the ball drop... stop counting... stop... STOP!
[insert blood-curdling scream here]
Thus begins a year of
not-so-innocent innocence
and the discovery of the definition of emo.
The lights of the Drive-In were never quite as beautiful
as the night they were out.
Illegalities and pink popped collars ensue.
Buried alive and dug back up by moles (6.02 x 10²³).
WOW time flew, I mean really flew, it's still flying.
I wonder if humans will ever travel at the speed of time...
that'll probably come after the speed of light.
And that woman, she must have a PhD in doling out fear
because she is good.
Little white bottles don't cure nights in the mountains,
but who wants a cure anyways?
Pomp & Circumstance... I'm not liking
these circumstances...
our circumstances...
these circumstances...
that are already turning my pillow into Nautica paper-mâché.
Sunstroke... Sunstroke... Sunstroke
Alzheimer's... Alzheimer's... Alzheimer's
“Light up, Light up, as if you have a choice”
[if you were planning on getting that song stuck
in your head today, now would be the ideal time]
God, stop, no... I said stop...
“Louder, Louder, and we'll run for our lives”
... please just stop...
... I don't wanna be here I wanna rewind I don't wanna be here...
I heard time travels in a circle, why can't it turn around here?
Midsummer Night's Dream of a Life...
this is no romance, this wasn't a comedy, this is a first-class tragedy
so step over Juliet, your 15 minutes are up and
the spotlight's over here now.
This hollow shell's substance has vanished.
I'd ask you to find it, but I know where it is.
And I think it's getting sick of those Deep Southern Accents.
Copyright ©
Morgan
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2005-07-21 20:31:20]
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Re: Deep Southern Tragedy
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by MorningDove on
Thursday, 21st July 2005 @ 11:01:16 PM AEST
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Great piece of work. I am so sorry you are feeling sad. If he is going to Tulane, it is an excellent school. I did a fellowship there and New Orleans is a beautiful place to live. There is so much history there. I hope you are happy for him. I know the time apart will be hard but holidays and semester breaks come quickly.
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Re: Deep Southern Tragedy
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by faith_my_eyes on
Friday, 22nd July 2005 @ 12:56:57 AM AEST
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| I like the abstractness of this poem, it is artful yet coherent. The fragments of the lines help to emphasize the distress of the situation. |
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