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I Took My Chances On Interstate Ninety

Contributed by Adam_Gaucher on Tuesday, 3rd September 2002 @ 10:23:10 PM in AEST
Topic: MiscPoems

I've left rose world. You'd never
think to miss invisibility this
much, I lose today with only
one pair: myself and the Jack
of hearts.

Being drunk on the tracks, he
is stuck in love with two days
gone. Stability shoots him heroin
through the eyes to pleasantly melt
down into the drain. Unfortunately
like the eggshell of his brother
the dentist, aphrodisiacs have kept
him a slave of manipulation.

So long sees a peasant's fame.
It's not vanity, it's claustrophobia.
The big mirrors, a super model's
fear of being buried alive, and
we think this way when belief
and inspiration run chapped like
the desert that creeps connecting
secrets between your toes.

East to west then back and again,
(I got away with it every time).
I took my chances on Interstate
Ninety, this mind I shared for
fear of its breathing. To me, the
clock smiled at eight past ten again,
(another waste of man's effort
to tell me when to be).

Failure seeps into the joints of
young artists; a frozen excuse
for black paint in the poor
man's shriveled eye. What
shadows could grasp the sight
of such pain! A marvel worthy
of every heart's beating (is one
which stops them all).

Well does one sleep in
between the comfy chairs so
beautifully, writing away from
vapid surroundings falsely known
as being alive. The one being
loved is honored with lack of
attention heartward, so as to
accept life looking forward to
being alone. Why he gives voice to
no one who listens, is how he's
become the answered man. He hears
himself. That's all he'll ever need.
Loud and clear alone another chance,
with the poor and the artists,
down I-90 on his side.

Copyright © Adam_Gaucher ... [ 2002-09-03 22:23:10]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: I Took My Chances On Interstate Ninety (User Rating: 1 )
by Jackee_line on Friday, 16th May 2003 @ 01:03:04 PM AEST
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Very good poem, well written

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