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Array ( [sid] => 14089 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => the kitchen [time] => 2003-03-11 15:40:00 [hometext] => [bodytext] => The Kitchen

Raw cement floor fading damp walls,
two gas rings reeking of rancid cabbage,
a ***** stained sink and the pervading smell
of unwashed bodies and silent despair.
A basement kitchen that had never been
visited by sunlight and no one laughed here
if anyone did it was a drunken snigger, like
a scream of suffering by those who never
asked why this has to be.

This was a kitchen of poverty, slices of week
old loafs with stale margarine and if you
didn’t want it, shut up! It was here, at the
forecourt of hell, that father hung himself
and mother hit his inert body with ladle
shouting obscenities before going to
the police, left me alone with him and
two slices of loaf with brown sugar on.
serious men in black cut him down and
carried him out and sent me to a home that
had sunlight streaming through clean windows.

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the kitchen

Contributed by jan_oskar_hansen on Tuesday, 11th March 2003 @ 03:40:00 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

The Kitchen

Raw cement floor fading damp walls,
two gas rings reeking of rancid cabbage,
a ***** stained sink and the pervading smell
of unwashed bodies and silent despair.
A basement kitchen that had never been
visited by sunlight and no one laughed here
if anyone did it was a drunken snigger, like
a scream of suffering by those who never
asked why this has to be.

This was a kitchen of poverty, slices of week
old loafs with stale margarine and if you
didn’t want it, shut up! It was here, at the
forecourt of hell, that father hung himself
and mother hit his inert body with ladle
shouting obscenities before going to
the police, left me alone with him and
two slices of loaf with brown sugar on.
serious men in black cut him down and
carried him out and sent me to a home that
had sunlight streaming through clean windows.

Copyright Â© jan_oskar_hansen ... [ 2003-03-11 15:40:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: the kitchen (User Rating: 1 )
by LadyDama on Tuesday, 11th March 2003 @ 03:59:37 PM AEST
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this kitchen that you write of... oh my, this is so sad... vivid images, i can see this child in this kitchen of pain and sorrow... excellent poem... blessings...

Re: the kitchen (User Rating: 1 )
by DreamWeaver on Tuesday, 11th March 2003 @ 06:35:07 PM AEST
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Your words always provoke and make me stop to think ... excellent write.

Re: the kitchen (User Rating: 1 )
by boricuacd on Friday, 11th April 2003 @ 05:12:26 PM AEST
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good job

Re: the kitchen (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 14th May 2004 @ 07:40:01 PM AEST
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Impressive and emotive. Took me by the eyes and shook me.
Great write.

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