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in a room left

oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
edited April 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
in a room left behind in an age of dust
i found dried leather boots
worn to thin skin
born in sin

in an attic left unkind to an age of dust
i found dried photo graphs
rubbed to thin skin
born to sin

in a basement, left in water's must,
i found dried furnace filters
scorched to thin skin
burnt to a singe

at my father's grave,
left to trust,
i find peace,
spring's greenest moment,
it's comin' around again

i love you dad
Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
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  • justamjustam Posts: 21,410
    I think it must be nice to love your dad. :)
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  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    word to j's poppadad :D
    and i'll throw one out to mine, too. he passed in '95 and has been sorely missed

    howdy poppadaddy... love you
  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    When my dad unbites his pipe stem
    and points it at the telly
    and twirls it in a circle
    spinning under the prime minister's
    flat, cathoded grin
    he haloes his hands
    not from a (b)liar's teeth
    but with his own spark:
    eighty years of laughing
    at custodians of history
    and making the light of thought
    that beyond all epic speech
    can fuse a poem.
  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    NICE :D



    love it, finnistreudle
  • FinsburyParkCarrotsFinsburyParkCarrots Seattle, WA Posts: 12,223
    T'ankinyeee kindlee :)
  • justamjustam Posts: 21,410
    FinsburyParkCarrots wrote:
    When my dad unbites his pipe stem
    and points it at the telly
    and twirls it in a circle
    spinning under the prime minister's
    flat, cathoded grin
    he haloes his hands
    not from a (b)liar's teeth
    but with his own spark:
    eighty years of laughing
    at custodians of history
    and making the light of thought
    that beyond all epic speech
    can fuse a poem.

    I can completely picture the pipe twirling at the telly! :D
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  • depopulationINCdepopulationINC Posts: 2,074
    just wanted to say that I really like that
    The only thing I enjoy is having no feelings....being numb rocks!

    And I won't make the same mistakes
    (Because I know)
    Because I know how much time that wastes
    (And function)
    Function is the key
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