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[title] => Sing Harlot Song
[time] => 2008-11-26 00:06:41
[hometext] => Hookers can dance in the right light.
[bodytext] => As steam condenses on the glass, A stream of nonsense bleeds rapid and fast. Stumbling bumbling home from a coated tall Bachanal. My cigarette fingers need thrashing. My lady, do you care to share the crashing? I feign misty blindness to your profit bathed in kindness. Awaken kindly to midnights' subtlety, a muffled scuffle. You earned your precious steps through the loneliest coldest tunnel. Advancing small feet. To where the balding pigs meet. You chop yourself up for a feast. Walking home still on heavier feet. A commodity, a greying weathered treat. I breathe in church maple and polish and dust. A breathe of which I am slight capable. Red skins and a soul worth a crust. Bring soda bread for Peter. And strike Patrick down when he meets her. Disfigured, decayed: The Unique lateral parade frowns down over the sounds of a fading brown town. Turning my back on this dry road, I pray my teary eyed journey Has left me with solace. Not visions of pigs, fleas reverberating. To the stable of people on a short bridge, now burning. Shrink Shrink Fade Fade Fade. Play eye games on this ill optical city. Fading over this skyline of silos....My lady, I leave shallow of pity. My children are waiting for me to arrive. My children are waiting for me. My children are waiting. My children are my children. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 294 [topic] => 23 [informant] => RitalinKid [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 70 [ratings] => 14 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => FamilyPoems )
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