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Dark Haired Lady from the Dirty Shore (The Red Aviators)
Contributed by
Franciswolf
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Saturday, 30th December 2006 @ 12:28:28 AM in AEST
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Every time I cross something out
It scribbles back on again
It’s almost as if nothing’s permanent
And so misfortune never ends
So I whistle softly from now on
Because I know big ears can hear
And I shiver when I’m alone
To ensure no one knows my fears
With teenage portraits of seductress
There’s some sort of sexual freezing
Iced over hearts in city streets
Making lust frosted over the deceiving
And everything is just crystal clear now
In a literal sort of sense
And it’s hard to shatter ignorance
When this ice’s so solid and dense
Dark haired lady from the dirty shore
Where the windows crack from rusty seas
And is fathered down by wilder beasts
Do you take me for some poetic freak?
Or mistress, now, may I speak?
Now I watch the crimson moon
And reread old nursery books I’ve come across
With red riding hoods and pigs in threes
Never knowing “happily ever” had its costs
And these tectonic plates are shaking under
I move even when I’m standing still
In my twenty first century feared youth suit
Officials scream I’m dressed to kill
I’m wondering why I’m wondering
I’m thinking why I thought
I’m betting all I’m bound to loose
And selling what I’ve bought
Tricking all this trickery
Seducing all this sin
Waiting for the wanderers
Twenty years in the same place wondering where I’ve been
Dark haired lady from the dirty shore
Where the windows crack from rusty seas
And is fathered down by wilder beasts
Do you take me for some poetic freak?
Or mistress, now, may I speak?
And coolness might be some art form
I’d of represented lives ago
But now it’s mistook for garbage
All this discoveries what I know
Wearing red aviators on my velveteen face
They rest on my head, bold and new
Maybe things will start making sense
If I see them from a different point of view
So the tortured come
The torturer’s all seem to go
They’ll all be strung up
In earth’s tears known as snow
And the blood comes down their necks
In trickles as people gasp desperately
But you know with red aviators on
There’s no blood for me to see
Dark haired lady from the dirty shore
Where the windows crack from rusty seas
And is fathered down by wilder beasts
Do you take me for some poetic freak?
Or mistress, now, may I speak?
Copyright ©
Franciswolf
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Re: Dark Haired Lady from the Dirty Shore (The Red Aviators)
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by shelby on
Saturday, 30th December 2006 @ 12:38:25 AM AEST
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I am unable to pick one favorite part entire write flows with a delivered perfection.
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Re: Dark Haired Lady from the Dirty Shore (The Red Aviators)
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by SilverDagger on
Saturday, 30th December 2006 @ 12:50:03 AM AEST
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| Very well written and with a great message! Your poem is well-connected and reads like a gently flowing stream. Keep it up! |
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Re: Dark Haired Lady from the Dirty Shore (The Red Aviators)
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by jerseysue on
Saturday, 30th December 2006 @ 02:03:09 PM AEST
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| Beautiful write, so wonderfully set out. I applaud you, it is perfect. Sue x |
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