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Sentiment City
Contributed by
Franciswolf
on
Thursday, 22nd February 2007 @ 12:32:16 AM in AEST
Topic:
abstract
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With your little grey gloves and your purple eyes
Your golden carpets of Victorian designs
And your Cambridge brain holding English words
Learned in confidence with sick professors
That you trusted dearly with all your crystal ball scenes
And your magazine missions of illustrious dreams
What about it could derive truth?
Oh wounded heart you’re meeting with a bitter wind
The prayer’s sent up with the message stuffed in
But the clouds strike a block like your enemy
And your wishes are stopped at Sentiment City
With your husband at work hammering fists into walls
And the static cry of organic flesh through common man’s halls
The human howl of your dog that slobbers innocent drool
And manner of festive countrymen set ready for you cruel
With their deceitful bows and their guilty swords
Pinned in your name viciously through industrial lords
In what manner, do you stand for?
Oh wounded heart, you met a fine card up
A six for the devil and an ace for the cup
Wine drunk in a stance of foolish victory
With parades declared necessary through Sentiment City
With your pierced cat lips and your serpent tongue
And the jester in rags to which you shattered and hung
Loosely by a rope made of your paranoid twitch
And your cocaine dance and your tea time itch
Your throne of judgment is left in golden accusation
And your ring finger empty from unelaborated men
Who could ever be worth you?
Oh wounded heart in your fairy tale zone
With your piles of disappointments leaving you alone
At your bedside crying for a lost reality
And for your contributed soul to Sentiment City
With your moat of fake smiles and false security beasts
And unmet invitations to your most promised of feasts
Your crown sitting dusty in a security glass
And the awkward burglar who dares not to pass
In his camouflaged courage and photo album gloves
Filled with devotion, acceptance and love
Would you let him rob you?
Oh wounded heart caught in the window now
That you got stuck in staring and don’t know how
With your billionaire view is there something else you’d rather see?
Then the commotion of the hopeless in Sentiment City?
With your bonsai life and your oak worthy ambition
And all the harms left wild in bland indecision
The crunch of the girl all the butchers remember
Failed to be saved by the go to defender
And the final insane embrace bound destined to and known
That’s left you a pricey adult but not fully grown
Oh wounded heart mumbling to an empty room
With violet slashes on your wrists and tangled hair a groom
Sitting in your rocker, your picture’s almost heavenly
Presented as a monument in Sentiment City
Copyright ©
Franciswolf
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2007-02-22 00:32:16]
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Re: Sentiment City
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by edwynne on
Tuesday, 27th February 2007 @ 09:10:05 AM AEST
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| great title.. and some great lines in there too!!.. not sure about the structure though.. it makes the poem seem like an effort because of its length.. |
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