i ran down paradisio and found love's remains

oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
edited September 2004 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
saturated with romance and false love and explicit images of this imaginary existence of spilled opinionated tubular shells,
i ran down the parasol colored dissism of existentialism and slipped on an egg yolk stained plate,
strapped across my back is the animal i killed,
his laughter is no longer shared,
crackle doodle dead,
brick built walls,
acknowledge the barriers from here to you,
first place sayz umpire Randy,
you've earned a crown,
as the crowd of smokin bastards streak across the ridge of mt oread,
i lunge to capture one more lost stray..

and i return your love to the comfort and safekeep of your mother's arms for she, after all, is your mother
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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Comments

  • right fuck'n on, olderman :)

    crackle doodle dead
    ding dong read
    wretched wretching wrappers
    wrap what's left of angelina's
    threadbare existentence



    peace, yo
  • rubyruby Posts: 103
    olderman, I (shamefully) keep searching for cryptic clues as to the state of your 'lovelife' in your work. I have no idea why, honestly! I think it's because the state of love is of great interest to you. (Along with everybody else who's alive.)

    This was brilliant...I think it contains passion, desperation and surrender, all in one.
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