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[title] => Jim Green (A Faded Red Part 2)
[time] => 2007-06-13 23:53:46
[hometext] => No, you don't have to have read the first one
[bodytext] => Two in the afternoon Burning incense fades away Anastasia wakens, greets the day Looking out of her window, peering in silence There are some scary things out there A merger of composed and insane A butcher cleaning out in the rain Little girl in her twirl She was a ballerina once Now she just watches videos on a glass screen She’s weaned herself of visions This was her decision No one’s going to show her up Her mom comes in, “You’re grounded” she says with a tear “For staying under my nest and escaping your fears” This is the strangest trip she’s never seen And for once in the world she wonders What ever happen to Jim Green? Her boyfriend will probably come by tonight After work to smoke pot or to start up a fight To punch a wall in anger, to berate or to hate her And she’ll just stare with her mind Pass his class; pass the act, this old gerbil wheel This sickness, this picnic of emotional steals He’ll leave in a rush with the crutch of her kiss He thinks, “If she left tomorrow, would there be something I missed?” There’s a car in the driveway Some bumper sticks on the back Past accomplishments to the future she lacks An old man goes down the street on a unicycle One wheels rolling, up and pass for hundreds of miles She figures, “He must be running on experiences” “How do I get my exercises with all of these fences?” This is the strangest trip she’s never seen And for once in the world she wonders What ever happen to Jim Green? Jim Green was a friend but he’s stopped his talking There’s no hope in hoping There’s nothing to look forward to When every day is exactly the same And you’re so scared …of change… Oh no If you wear a mask you hurt in disguise Oh no There’s no point in truth if you’re true to the lies Anastasia takes the keys out She sneaks out the window From all the scary people who exist in her head And she opens the car door She leaves a note just to make sure Her mother notices all the ghosts left this home And the ceiling fan spins The floor boards moan Everything of silence screams in a tone Of the escape of a victim And a letter left like a habit to a fiend Entitled “Expectance, denials, Jim Green” This is the strangest trip she’s never seen And for once in the world she wonders What ever happen to Jim Green? [comments] => 3 [counter] => 242 [topic] => 49 [informant] => FrancisWolf [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => mystical )
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