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[title] => Madly Burns The Evening Sun
[time] => 2013-05-02 14:41:02
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[bodytext] => Head-scarfed and grimacing are Munchs' physcho faces, huddled outside newsagents in the rasping wind facing the stark sky, untalkative. Mornings spent re-tracing, revisiting and waiting in queues. Slow moving buses pulse through sinuous streets, lumbering past the re-mortgaged outskirts. See Munchs' physcho faces squirming homeward to ironing boards and washing baskets, through neglected pathways and ***** -splattered railings, past murky puddles and weedy crevices. Hear them breathing hoarsely yearning for relaxation, yearning to draw down blinds at dusk and begin chain-smoking with yellow soles propped up on coffee-tables Madly burns the evening sun descending leisurely, It's hot light throngs the window-panes and swells the desire for alcohol. For some, that time has already resumed cigarettes are being lit crisp notes lie coiled in wallets, and pensive love is being satisfied in car-parks. Yet, as sure as hell is ocean finance the purple and bronze wedges will thin, and 4am's disorientions will welcome the unshaped dawn with shrieks, howls, mis-interpretations and pugnacity, inciting the brawls that trash kebab-houses. The morning stirs in carpetless rooms with the smells of damp and old cologne then comes the agitated silence of dreary afternoons where young lovers tighten their grip and writhe in ecstacy, old lovers hold hands without any sensation and the unloved hover in doorways. Back outside, light refracted in the sudden movement of swinging glass presents a young womans squinting face, leaning out to smoke and to inquire the streets silence. Looking out into the harsh thistled distance grating is the sound of the crows coarse chorus and the shifting tones of shaded blue-grey hills smudge the irretrievable horizon. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 231 [topic] => 21 [informant] => flavellm [notes] => Edited out prohibited word ~ Moderator_18 May 2, 2013 [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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