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[aid] => mick
[title] => In the Fullest Appreciation of My Ultimate Demise
[time] => 2012-11-29 20:16:23
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[bodytext] => I see you there, straddling your backwards chair, the fragrant sense of supremacy easing from you. I am thin, behind the jars of air, put into my place. Into the sun painted urn that everyone eyes, but I wait to ask you, warm to ask you were you the script or the break through? I brought you to the light, didn’t worry very much that others saw you as… well, didn’t worry much about it at all. And you sent me, and I sent you, but we always came back to our sanctified ground, not a friend to be found. I needed you to keep the thorns where they belonged and to see the sails at their fullest- still I watch you now, moving among the people, contented, complicit, an x-ray of my former bones, and cannot tell if you were ever convinced- Convinced that the longer road wasn’t worth the sorer legs. I see you there, the beam of a stare, and want to know- On this day of days, as I steal away, born to a common man’s death were you merely a script, a waste of my breath? jimxxx, PLEASE: To help keep this site INTERACTIVE, please read and comment on at least 1 poem for each one you submit. Thank you. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 163 [topic] => 43 [informant] => jimxxx [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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