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[aid] => mick
[title] => 23:34
[time] => 2007-08-09 17:12:10
[hometext] => this is a rough version, from the musings of the early morning, any feedback is appreciated
[bodytext] => why do i accept these invitations? pure macho masochism i haven’t been to church in years now midnight mass approaches in this three bedroom flat near the university i wear out my face sliding out like venus on the half shell trying to look relaxed on a broken papasan despite the plastic bamboo and chintz the bohemians tossed and bull*****ted around me and then i went to see cordy and she told me and i was like stretched out along ottomans and afghans on the persian rug birkenstocks, barefeet and converse shoes bounded by some second-hand retro bookshelf that looks like it weighs a ton though hip authors uninvited to be sold-out is to have sold out no mass market paperbacks or bookclub novellas packed edgey deep with pretentious tracts of revolution or that fake deep fiction i hate hippie conversation pieces crunchy trinkets and a pipe set oh just so for a thoughtful look of thrown together only one month’s salary for one month’s rent truly one must be rich to live like the poor like the purebred canine a fighting dog a sheer bourgeoise token of status except in this case i'm sure i hum arlo guthrie to myself you can get any thing you want in denim, tweed, flannel or hemp the girl who loves girls gushes to the boy who loves boys and the girl who loves boys prattles to the boy who loves girls and boys and should i tell my girl about sleeping with that girl? how did it come to this? neglecting my toast to pan and demeter or to pour one out for my dead dionysus while i commiserate with the blue-blooded heathens atheists godless hoping for decent grades swearing to god it’s true knock on wood, let’s hope open-minded and unshackled by archaic morals or the philosophy of parents the decay of elders no time for philosophes in this salon banca rotta god is dead, again who has time for religion? not these poor sinners with the school and interships and networking and choosing a career path and saving the world! (the whole ***** world!) it takes perseverance it takes faith cartiers and dunhills scattered by the library entrance dead soldiers burnt offerings to the spectre of success and money to the future! in their temple of books and law diploma mantle shrines the pulpit is gauche who has time to worship and pray? it’s hard on the knees they say such ancient useless time-consuming drivel they barely stay afloat as it is (studying criminal defence for drowning witches) wrapped in the cloaks and cults of they themselves haunted by closeted demons failure the yuppie sin for which our father does not forgive god yahweh christ allah too old fashioned for the modern children of egome preserving the sanctity of student rebellion laughter breaks from the huddle on the carpet twelve past midnight that couple fetches their coats from the bedroom once again let’s hear what you think about marriage civil-unions domestics partners or the war in mesopotamia again let’s talk of rights three cheers have you seen the new shortbus movie? is it about gender roles, sex and power? you don’t say i look at the ceiling fan as i swig that last gulp of warm beer and it tastes like kool-aid neither roman nor achaen these capitalismatic kids are the new victorians activism pacifism perhaps but they share a pantheon with those whom they despise hate and malign like that dick from wyoming and idiot from texas who pray to vulcan and bacchus ***** these people these young people my holy ghost was long sacrificed to mars i hear not the sermon anymore and shudder at the sight of these barbarians (for who among them speaks greek?) swill my wine from a plastic cup and share communion with the punkish devout i sit in a room full of pagans all holier than thou [comments] => 1 [counter] => 193 [topic] => 31 [informant] => pipesmcgavin [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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