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Suburban Sunset

Contributed by flavellm on Wednesday, 19th December 2012 @ 04:09:15 PM in AEST
Topic: anguished

The vile evening rain
tastes rancid on my tongue
my lymphatic movements are
re-sculptured, exaggerated then
flung in shadow across the pavement
the dull echo of my boots getting ever nearer
to the chequered flag of this tedious arrangement
then comes no warmth in applause or gratitude,
just hollowed silence.

on these maudlin streets
my thoughts become feeble,
the rainwater in the
gutter flows like treacle.
From the rows of cracked chimneys
there billows plumes of filthy turbid cloud
towards the stagnant sullen mass of heavy sky
there Old men, cast desolate eyes with ears twitching for sound

I walk on and think of the lives being led,
the lives behind those net curtains
I think of all those hands reaching for another glass
or fumbling for a lighter,
I think of shirtless men looking for the remote,
or enquiring about dinner
and those poor sods looking for change behind the settee,
looking for change in general

into the suburban sunset she would flee
from that beast she called father
she longed to be loved she longed to be free
she scuttled over the slimy cobbles
past the wilting gardens
and their slumped fences
towards the quiet town
past the blur of neon
in the chip shop window
the timorous old ladies
outside the laundrettes
past the men in the bus
shelter gasping for nicotine
running towards the one
with the desperate revolting stare.........two lovers ?

Copyright © flavellm ... [ 2012-12-19 16:09:15]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Suburban Sunset (User Rating: 1 )
by Anna23 on Wednesday, 2nd January 2013 @ 01:26:02 AM AEST
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I loved this. You paint a vivid image -- it's refreshing.

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