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American Auschwitz
Contributed by
skyhawk432
on
Thursday, 24th May 2007 @ 08:32:11 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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My patience wears thick,
THICK cotton with THIN
buttons; purple-bruised
and shiney with gloss
from pre-rigamort*
R U N S.
(The past is sometimes the future.)
Yet, I'm furnished all
green;
facing a sorebed with
little help
from an unfinished sorbet
while making shadow puppets
with my Hebrew-nose.
All quite opposite of
my tenacity;
an orange strong-block:
A vice of dinnertime
scramble eggs,
sunny side down.
Those schmucks do
neglect fairly well.
The smells of almonds
are noticeably free.
I bet if I
open my inner thigh,
pools of white
would seep through the sheets.
Yes, such a mantsbil
like me faces the
all common blue sky
in disoriented gusto.
For, in this nursery
concentration,
a camp for
barcoded tickers,
there's always a yellow baggie
waiting at the end
of the bed.
Hell, maybe somemonth,
I will see the red
flashing sign at the
Rec. Room's hallway;
it's underneath
a door that
all of "US"* want
to walk through
while we are still
breathing.
Copyright ©
skyhawk432
... [
2007-05-24 08:32:11] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: American Auschwitz
(User Rating: 1 ) by Bevan on
Wednesday, 16th March 2011 @ 12:56:42 PM AEST (User
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Really enjoyed this, language used magically. |
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