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Apathy on Yucca Street
Contributed by
Franciswolf
on
Tuesday, 10th April 2007 @ 11:45:11 AM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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I made love to a shadow
I pulled on it’s hair
But it was just air
And the thin frame of a form that I didn’t know
I grow up like a fistfight
I blank in and out
Till I’m down for the count
With a referee slapping the floor
And I never keep a promise
Because it’s just some words that you say
That tremble with tension through days
Till you break them, because all they can do is break
In a cordless room with a telephone I watched as an officer dialed fast
He slammed and he pressed but they never gave ring to the present, the future, the past
No people on the other line, no flashing find, no understatement took to heart
It was just a hopeless chase, a lie he faced, depression beautified like art
And so he stuck forever still with a hand on the receiver, like a true believer, a fool
I don’t think love set out for it, it just can’t help to be cruel
I turned into a whirling mountain
I’m as high as the earth
Flying pass death until birth
On the air of the breeze like an anvil
I watch like a hawk
But I just remark on my hate
Like I’m in the place to berate
A social commentary of arrogance
I’m as scribbled as the testaments
Free to break
Living to ache
Written word of God with no chisel or ink
On a Captain Planet lunch box lid, we played army men verse Captain kid
I shot you down, you pulled a trick, I ran and hid
To find a castle made out of rotten wood, I hid beneath
You followed my crying and came underneath
We decided to play mom and dad instead of trading cards or army
But it ended just as bad; you divorced and walked out on me
I’m an old record
I’m dusty and vintage
Paid at a hefty percentage
If it’s old and doesn’t work it’s expensive
I’m a cartoon with a light bulb thought
Animated guy with a shed of brilliance
To fall off a canyon and return in backwards resilience
That’s all folks
I sing like a siren
Bringing those ships right in
Just to have them crashing
Repeating things is said insane
A fox killed a little rabbit, it was hungry and needed food
It wasn’t kind, nor vengeful, demonic, sick or rude
Just hungry, like we all are for something that it wants
Because miseries a ghost, it hangs, it hates, it haunts
Like a shadow moaning in the night, a lover on the run
A failed force, a three-legged horse, a broken bullet in a gun
Copyright ©
Franciswolf
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2007-04-10 11:45:11]
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Re: Apathy on Yucca Street
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by desireemiote on
Tuesday, 10th April 2007 @ 01:46:13 PM AEST
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