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[title] => the fair fugitive
[time] => 2011-10-19 13:13:19
[hometext] => a drunken dealer laying low
[bodytext] => sparks rain down in swirls smoke Cascades and curls a carousel blares and turns about as a clown cries tears out the fair seemed dulled and blackened hushed a man dashed beside the hour was nulled and the sun pushed a duty free demon dragged his feet by the off licence under the stairs a distant car blared a subtle beat drunken kids played girlish dares the man wished he was the same but burdened a drugged up blame as the laughter wasn't tamed a girl shrieked out framed like in a forgotten picture the scene was set and the ground was wet the sirens pulled by to the qualms of a greedy sigh dragged away under blue and black she screamed at death on her back something funny went on unannounced in the air lingered urban scrawled written on the walls and the streets bounced pulling away again in custody the hiding ones heaved pavements gleamed bloody and the words muddled muddy vodka bettered they grieved the man unnoticed watched it all but he was thinking on the fall this winter held no promise and the last summer the same he was busted from the game he was empty his friends in cells a chorus church played bells it all seemed foreign now his titanic had tipped its bow left alone a sorry drunk the alley his home a gutter a bunk the fair through chain fence and fee irony was all he could see gated up happiness was dull and hapless now the doors were open wide and the crows surged a tide the hassle was gone and trouble none a rich-less rag of a man with a two month driving ban laying low tipping to toe tripping on a cider can meeting ground rushing blood was the sound laughter rose in seagulls up above the sides didn't see or care enough crawling up and breathing deep down a side street time to die and time to sleep the pain ran deep the nearing beat [comments] => 0 [counter] => 92 [topic] => 66 [informant] => fortunesdancer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => drugabuse )
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