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Green
Contributed by
aetiusesteliot
on
Friday, 24th February 2006 @ 09:34:27 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Faithfully you have recorded us
As you had relayed it to minds as evil as ours that we fear will soon be inured
You tell of our first boisterous steps which where seen to over reach
In truth its known we stagger alone
Reflex giggling
Unthinking, whilst roaring
Only Children as us are known to pretend
A blank book of soft clay
Freezes our foolish ways
Has this chunky mess resided in our gut for a fourteen year fester?
Why wait till we where seventeen, when we where no longer green.
Gut rot by pampered apples
Take us by the hand
The hips.
The maternal wrist
The patronizing shoulder
And lead us down our childish days
A clumsy hand has faltered
It is you that has made us filthy
And it is left to us to clean ourselves
Was it our nostalgic movements that glazed those gladdened eyes?
We are content as you put us down
And we let ourselves go
We sincerely do care
As the scent evokes us
Faithfully record us?
Why not now eviscerate us?
Copyright ©
aetiusesteliot
... [
2006-02-24 21:34:27] (Date/Time posted on
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