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The Swans Absent Colour
Contributed by
RoseHeyworth
on
Thursday, 31st August 2006 @ 07:49:54 AM in AEST
Topic:
abstract
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Vodka's admirable character,
Vegetates roots as well as kindling,
And has the stipulation,
To dispatch your fists extended,
To seek the adjacent irritable
And to silence it,
Before the authority arrives,
To beat us calm,
But your mouth is the only utensil lying in the kitchen drawer,
Harder than your fists,
And it can travel for miles on baited breath mouthed mounted,
Bounding on passers by,
And street lamps,
Or lack of knowledge
That in your shape,
You don't realise the damage you've done,
Not to property, cars or windows,
But to the week after next,
When you recover your tracks and your health,
And the train keeps rolling down over preceding ground,
You have a waking interlude that lasts all night,
And open the 2nd drawer down,
Find your hirsute feet and vein clotted hands,
In a sealed bag so they don't go off,
Screw them in and try to continue the days end,
It's been months since she left you,
And you're still in pieces.
© Copyright 2006 Kristian Cole
Copyright ©
RoseHeyworth
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2006-08-31 07:49:54] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: The Swans Absent Colour
(User Rating: 1 ) by deadheadpoet on
Friday, 1st September 2006 @ 12:20:44 AM AEST (User
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Anyone who has lived with an alcoholic can relate, I'm sure. Very good write. It is sad that events can turn us to drown in our sorrows...to lose ourselves. I hate to say I've been on both sides of alcohol. Both suck. I really enjoyed your piece, well written. Thanks for sharing.
Peace, Laura |
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