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a springboard for murders

DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
edited February 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
ravenous waking season,
your evil sunlight teases my 6:30
your double blade, your heat, no heat
~ remember?

driving down mainstreet,
window open 'til we surrender
to the cold, right like rain, again

you. bringing aires
you. flowers.
pagan nymph, buckled to knees
driving hearts to beating sleeve and chest

rot.
rot and let me have my winter
give me my winter
give me my death
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  • Being EnlightenedBeing Enlightened Posts: 5,746
    A cold middle finger to flowers, long dead, that arrive, unrequested, unwanted, unneeded at a door now closed. A cold middle finger to the bearer of such vile, dead reminders as he brings them more for himself than for the sweet love of a woman who steels herself, grits her teeth and sits on numb hands so as to not turn the knob on the door she rightfully closed.

    rot, indeed!





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  • DopeBeastieDopeBeastie Posts: 2,513
    ravenous waking season,
    your evil sunlight teases my 6:30
    your double blade, your heat, no heat
    ~ remember?

    driving down mainstreet,
    open window to September
    in the cold, right like rain, again

    you. bringing aires
    you. flowers and sweet
    pagan nymph, buckled to knees
    driving hearts to beating sleeve and chest

    rot.
    rot and let me have my winter
    give me my winter
    give me my death




    had to fix that... thx...
  • walkerlastgen1walkerlastgen1 Posts: 155
    If this isn't a song it should be.... I love it
    I took a walk so I could curse my ass for being dumb!!!

    www.myspace.com/lastgeneration56
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