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Brother: Bradley
Contributed by
ekmclellan
on
Monday, 12th December 2005 @ 08:34:38 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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At night you must make love to your anger,
The only thing that has always been constant with you.
You must, for with the blaring of your alarm clock,
Comes a hardness in your eyes
And a stiffness in your shoulders
That speaks of a fickle mistress.
Brooding and mysterious as you stalk down the hall into the bathroom
Where sometimes we can hear your strangled screams.
But why?
There is a world out there for you
Exclusive and exciting.
There is world that you alone, with your blonde hair and blue eyes, and slender tawny build,
Could own.
And there it is.
You are the brother of could-have.
Wants-to-have.
Longs-to-have.
Can't.
Your steely stately rage has turned you into a martyr;
you will probably die alone, lonely, stiff and straight.
Yours is the straightest back my eyes have ever seen.
And you--
so old!
Just smile and say that you are happy
While something breaks beneath blue sight.
Copyright ©
ekmclellan
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2005-12-12 20:34:38] (Date/Time posted on
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