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Sing Harlot Song

Contributed by RitalinKid on Wednesday, 26th November 2008 @ 12:06:41 AM in AEST
Topic: FamilyPoems

As steam condenses on the glass,
A stream of nonsense bleeds rapid and fast.
Stumbling bumbling home from a coated tall Bachanal.
My cigarette fingers need thrashing.
My lady, do you care to share the crashing?
I feign misty blindness to your profit bathed in kindness.

Awaken kindly to midnights' subtlety, a muffled scuffle.
You earned your precious steps through the loneliest coldest tunnel.

Advancing small feet.
To where the balding pigs meet.
You chop yourself up for a feast.
Walking home still on heavier feet.
A commodity, a greying weathered treat.

I breathe in church maple and polish and dust.
A breathe of which I am slight capable.
Red skins and a soul worth a crust.
Bring soda bread for Peter.
And strike Patrick down when he meets her.

Disfigured, decayed: The Unique lateral parade frowns down
over the sounds of a fading brown town.

Turning my back on this dry road, I pray my teary eyed journey
Has left me with solace. Not visions of pigs, fleas reverberating.
To the stable of people on a short bridge, now burning.
Shrink Shrink Fade Fade Fade.

Play eye games on this ill optical city.
Fading over this skyline of silos....My lady,
I leave shallow of pity.

My children are waiting for me to arrive.
My children are waiting for me.
My children are waiting.
My children are my children.

Copyright © RitalinKid ... [ 2008-11-26 00:06:41]
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Re: Sing Harlot Song (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Wednesday, 26th November 2008 @ 06:40:40 PM AEST
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You wrote something rather interesting here.
I liked the way you wrote it and the style but I will admit I am a bit lost with the meaning of it.

Shoot me a pm and explain it if you would like.

Nicely done.

Happy Thanks Giving tomorrow

Hugs
Michelle

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