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pickup hiccup

lifeisworthlifeisworth Posts: 186
edited September 2003 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
rose buds dipped
in chocolate oxygen
fall free slo-mo
and crash to the tiles
the perfect illusion
kersmashed on the floor
melting toward room-tempered decay

super glued finger tips
yank and pull against the bond
and somehow each gets torn in parting
dulled and coated with temporary scars
that fade and dissapear over time

the bottle tossed for pickup thursday morning
Nosotros nunca escuchamos la voz adentro
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  • actaloactalo Posts: 29
    I am not even going to attempt and bust my brain interpreting that piece. Very well done.
  • the unseenthe unseen Posts: 372
    whistling
    he leaves
    the shanty town
    made of broken dreams
    and cardboard
    pushing all he holds dear
    in a shopping cart
    with a broken wheel
    makes his way into the dump
    fights for space
    with the rats
    that call this place
    their home
    sees a glimmer in the sun
    picks up a discarded bottle
    wipes it off
    then smiles
    counting his blessings
    to have discovered
    such a priceless treasure
    as he walks away
    from this reeking place
    he tells the rats
    to go fuck themselves
  • lifeisworthlifeisworth Posts: 186
    salvation agents
    pickup and glow
    in the dark
    with the doses
    and the phones
    and the slow
    patient beats
    in thier ears
    and they hold
    and they grow
    more beautiful

    feel
    more beautiful

    and solder rat's
    assholes together in sunlight

    completing the circut

    closing the loop
    Nosotros nunca escuchamos la voz adentro
  • the unseenthe unseen Posts: 372
    ringing the bell
    outside the mall
    the bucket filled
    with charity
    from perfect strangers
    so pretentious
    in their thinking
    they place their worth
    by the size of the bill
    they shove into the plastic
    hurrying along
    not even looking
    into the eye
    of this man
    for fear
    he will see them
    for what they are
    rats
    trying to infest the world
    with the shallowness
    of their bullshit
    he puts down his bell
    slips into a hula hoop
    as the loop
    spins to the gyrations
    of his body
    he shuts his eyes
    remebering when he
    was nothing but a troll
    smiling at the memory
  • keven 33keven 33 Posts: 259
    i saw these two rats
    they were huge
    into the dumpster
    till the punks lure them out
    and beat them down with brooms

    sat around at work
    the screams of the weak of heart
    or the strength it doesn't even matter
    or make sense
    the rats were being crushed
    some laughed
    and some threw up
    i guess it doesnt matter
    either way it happened

    and your poem reminded me of it
    thanks
    convicted
  • lifeisworthlifeisworth Posts: 186
    on a concrete driveway
    maybe seventy nine
    allowed to be the girl
    the gentlest of mommy's friends
    and the hula hoop in their backyard
    and she set to setting records
    swish, swish, turn
    swish, swish, turn
    for as long as she could
    and it seemed she could forever

    long-armed a bowl
    strawberry ice cream
    the hoop never hit the ground
    Nosotros nunca escuchamos la voz adentro
  • the unseenthe unseen Posts: 372
    for a moment in time
    she was a beautiful princess
    her hooped crown
    glistened in the sun
    as it swished across her hips
    jesters danced
    to the rythym of the beat
    while they served her
    frozen berries and cream
    in a bowl
    now the princess
    lives in a timeless moment
    where beauty lasts forever
    jesters still
    dance and sing
    their only wish
    to be her friend
    she is
    master of her world
    master of her world
    master of her world
    master of her world
    master............
  • jlfinhidingjlfinhiding Posts: 80
    shit, the more I read your stuff life, the more I hate my own writing!! :(

    you're words are sooooo flavorful, I just love it! :)
    "If you love somebody...tell them. Tell them today, tell them tomorrow, tell them every day in case it's the last time you ever get to speak to them."--EV, Summerfest 6/29/06

    "I don't want to tell what the song is about because a lot of these lyrics have been open to interpretation and people have taken them on... they've become part owners..." -EV
  • lifeisworthlifeisworth Posts: 186
    muchas gracias jlfinhidin :)

    how u be?



    you're posting poetry?
    not much time to play these days...
    but i'll look you up



    take care, hon :)
    Nosotros nunca escuchamos la voz adentro
  • jlfinhidingjlfinhiding Posts: 80
    I've been alright.....same 'ol same 'ol....
    trying to get out of this writer's block I"ve been struggling with by posting some older stuff.....and reading everyone else's! :)

    I envy your elusiveness....wish I could be more so.....I hate how my words seem to get in the way of my creativeness/feelings...does that make sense?? writing shouldn't be so difficult, ya know?

    ahhhh, it will all come back to me....keep inspiring me though, k?
    "If you love somebody...tell them. Tell them today, tell them tomorrow, tell them every day in case it's the last time you ever get to speak to them."--EV, Summerfest 6/29/06

    "I don't want to tell what the song is about because a lot of these lyrics have been open to interpretation and people have taken them on... they've become part owners..." -EV
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