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[sid] => 18505
[catid] => 1
[aid] => Mick
[title] => Morning-After Breakfast
[time] => 2003-06-03 21:35:00
[hometext] => A poem about staring out at the evening sky and the thoughts it brings to mind.
[bodytext] => Sleepin’ in ‘til two o’ clock, grew up just a little bit last night, eyes are heavy, lights are low, stand on up for one more go. The phoenix, snared by batarang, where mists and clouds abound again, and steam arises from the ground where camping-fires are not found, as ashen fogs rain down all cold, and kiss the sidewalk, dark and old. The sunny day of cloudy skies will live until the sunlight dies, but ‘til that time, I’ll do just fine to sit a bit awake outside, where the great mother’s teat will caress and nurture the human foetus, curled-up, and crying, alone, kissing strangers as a temporary reprieve. I love America. What the ****? A dollar-fifty. In the park. Tuesday night. Crying/watering the lawn, Merry bells, there’s nothing else to do. Cathartic, guilt-ridden, and sleepy. There’s nothing else to do. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 266 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Butterat_Zool [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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