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hooker with a black eye
Contributed by
iodinelove
on
Wednesday, 29th December 2004 @ 12:34:22 AM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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Closing the screen the dead dog burning a hole in my soul the silence of her night her surrender flowing forever the dirty precision the scalpel blade and rust of her lips pressed against the wall the black beret the burgundy and shattered black and blue glasses breaking boxes in my memory my mind set free my mind at peace and calm and calm and calm the sea at last page too fast the clock spins the letters jumble the blank screen the empty spoken words and familiarity. The piano, the violin, the rush and tumble down the stairs the mirror at the front step of the gray house going backwards the joint and time her auburn hair her screams of fury her punch her first hit my fortieth or more tossing our faces in the air tossing our hearts into a van a mango peach van a subtlety a brazen face on the brink of sanity the sanity the edge and edges of the razor blade lullaby the forgiveness that i forgive the excuse the cop out the apology the underrated soda pop can rusting on the street the hooker with a black eye the pimp the drunk man laughing drunk man smells of flies smells of whiskey rum and wine smells of sorrow and sadness go home old drunk man go home he said before its too late old dirty smelly bum go home the angels singing in your veins go home the night is still young go home to your family stop fighting the system stop fighting your own life go home the hooker with the black eyes smoking an unlit cigarette.
John you silly sod you effigy of me you invalid you scum you river running through my brain you convenience you expulsion of vomit blood and booze and broken glass on broken floors on trailers smoking glass the fires shooting glass the needles in your arm my arm clean and spotless small and indifferent to your ignorance to your lack of humanity to your loss of love your insanity your pill box your anal retention your cans of beans your star trek your anger your rebellion i am dirty brown blue eyed broken by your dreams i am bold and beautiful shattered snowing shattered sky shattered star and new cars and cops and convoluted dirty doors and writing on the walls desperately trying to explain trying to get a grip on reality reality does not exist you said reality is the unborn dream the profanity of infancy reality is the sick and weak hope of the American rapist the American flag set burning on your head my casket empty dead forlorn the Iraqi children the Asian pain the practicality of it all the mundane insufferable love of life the past times the ticket the hot dog heavy on the mustard and ketchup kicking in your teeth kicking down the door the dirty floor the parody of a man i loved of a brother, of a friend
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Re: hooker with a black eye
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by emystar on
Wednesday, 29th December 2004 @ 12:43:21 AM AEST
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Magnetic from first word to the last.
U certainly know how to capture your audience.
A masterpeice.
huggs, smiles,
emy |
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Re: hooker with a black eye
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by Petznick on
Friday, 4th February 2005 @ 12:47:03 AM AEST
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| i only wish i could have something like that flow from my fingers out onto the paper. AWESOME write!! |
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