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Run down
Contributed by
b3nnehboi
on
Tuesday, 13th April 2010 @ 03:02:02 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Peering up into the frame
Dusty faces look still to me
Memories and not just memory
‘Is that you that played that football game?’
He pauses to eye the room
And I pause just the same
He chirps a rusty cough
Dust flies.
‘You know they try to scare you, but no one really dies’
Brandish the needle and take the plastic off
‘You don’t mind if I?’
Not at all – take this fall
He lies with the dust
Heating kitchen utensils
Look through my sons stencils
Left arm is a must
Take it up - Breath
Trauma with ease
Facedown in the still
Morning silence lingers
his limp blue fingers
do not mean he’s ill
I Think I’m alone
This lowers the tone.
Copyright ©
b3nnehboi
... [
2010-04-13 15:02:02] (Date/Time posted on
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