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Wearing a dead man’s suit (my lady is at the window)
Contributed by
EndEformEtrancE
on
Wednesday, 29th January 2003 @ 08:20:00 PM in AEST
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I sit at the top of the bus and I wear a dead man’s suit,
Bought from a charity shop in Twickenham on a sunny yet solitary Saturday afternoon.
The reserved, inconsistent sun sheds a lusty pink on the clouds
That hang low in the sky, brittle branches rattle noisily on the window, and I am reminded that there is sound in my world.
I sit on my own wearing a corpse’s tuxedo,
Television on mute,
Muffled voices seek my ears in desperation, but their volume is low,
And I subsequently filter out all noise that is not the branches on the window,
Machine gun branches
Rat-a-tat-tat,
A rapid-fire, monotone symphony,
The devil’s Morse code.
Alone I sit wearing the dusty, damp dirt infused suit.
Shabby, stained, vomit suit.
English teacher, elbows patched with leather suit.
The crying suit, in silence suit.
The almost silent suit.
And still the window rattles,
Piercing through the all-encompassing, blanket-like silence.
Rat-a-tat-tat she’s saying.
Rat-a-tat-tat.
And the suit tries to muffle her,
And I wrestle with the suit, as the tapping becomes louder,
Tyrant suit,
Controlling suit,
Nazi, fascist suit,
Restricting suit, keeping us apart
Quarantine suit,
And still my lady rattles at the window,
And still I fight the suit,
Beating it, tugging at the lapels, buttons flying, as the tapping becomes pounding,
Punish suit,
Rat-a-tat-tat,
Rip and tear suit,
Rat-a-tat-tat,
Burn suit, cut suit,
I will not succumb to you!
Oh let the sound in please!
I will not stand for this!
I desire freedom from you!
(Rat-a-tat-tat)
If necessary I will destroy you!
(Rat-a-tat-tat)
Mothering suit
(Rattle)
Smothering suit
(Rattle)
Trying in vain to cover my ears
But the sound grows ever louder
A constant heartbeat like pounding,
Accelerating rapidly,
Weak suit, dying suit
(Rattle)
Fighting till the death suit,
A dead man’s suit,
Fighting,
Actually fighting the living.
Perhaps it’s previous owner lost, but I shall win,
I shall heart stab the suit!
(Thump Thump)
OH LET ME SEE MY LADY!
(Thump Thump)
I REFUSE TO BE GOVERNED BY YOU!
I CARE NOT FOR YOUR BOUNDRIES!
I WILL NOT BE RESTRICTED!
(Thump)
I WILL NOT WEAR YOU ANY LONGER!
I CAST YOU OFF!
And my ears are opened.
The sound floods in, and we are together at last, my love.
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EndEformEtrancE
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2003-01-29 20:20:00]
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Re: Wearing a dead man’s suit (my lady is at the window)
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by Former_Member on
Thursday, 30th January 2003 @ 06:28:35 PM AEST
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That puts me off wearing a retro suit ever again my dear dreadlocked chum.........
it was superb though
billy |
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Re: Wearing a dead man’s suit (my lady is at the window)
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by okokjazz on
Sunday, 30th March 2003 @ 09:04:01 AM AEST
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| im going to have to read this again to get all your points and understand your imagery - its fantastic! Like all you others...people like you make me sick...!! |
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Re: Wearing a dead man’s suit (my lady is at the window)
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by TFLM on
Friday, 30th May 2003 @ 12:28:09 AM AEST
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I CARE NOT
BE GOVERNED BY THEE
(RAT-A-TAT-TAT)
LOST LOVERS HAT |
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