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Array ( [sid] => 49047 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Darkness Like a Hot Pipe [time] => 2004-05-25 12:00:34 [hometext] => About a heroin user, my best friend [bodytext] => Fork, spoon, knife
in a row like graves
next to his elbow;
a cemetery of compulsiveness

He shuts my mouth with his claw
no barren images will be spoken;
and yet he yells
“abandoned veins are empty pipes!”

Inside his eyes is a place
where snow is red
and fall is red
and birds lay red heroin bottles
inside the womb; of the innocent

I love to swing upside down
from the bridge
of his eyebrows
waiting for his copper skin
to tarnish; so I can cry

cry like fire hydrants cry
laugh like beauty marks laugh

But inside night’s flowing pipes
I fear to hear an empty
echo
coming from inside his
breath
[comments] => 1 [counter] => 145 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Ina [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )

Darkness Like a Hot Pipe

Contributed by Ina on Tuesday, 25th May 2004 @ 12:00:34 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

Fork, spoon, knife
in a row like graves
next to his elbow;
a cemetery of compulsiveness

He shuts my mouth with his claw
no barren images will be spoken;
and yet he yells
“abandoned veins are empty pipes!”

Inside his eyes is a place
where snow is red
and fall is red
and birds lay red heroin bottles
inside the womb; of the innocent

I love to swing upside down
from the bridge
of his eyebrows
waiting for his copper skin
to tarnish; so I can cry

cry like fire hydrants cry
laugh like beauty marks laugh

But inside night’s flowing pipes
I fear to hear an empty
echo
coming from inside his
breath

Copyright Â© Ina ... [ 2004-05-25 12:00:34]
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Re: Darkness Like a Hot Pipe (User Rating: 1 )
by reilt on Monday, 31st May 2004 @ 04:25:56 PM AEST
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excellent poem with some breathtaking lines that i just found amazing...it made me feel sad for you and your friend. i have no personal experience in that i don't know anyone who is a heroin addict but this poem really made me think and feel what that would be like. i congratulate you on your strength to write this poem as i know it must be hard for you watching your friend do this to himself. i hope he and you will be ok. great write.

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