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Array ( [sid] => 66114 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Blocked Senses [time] => 2004-10-04 18:52:10 [hometext] => Just kinda wrote about the other day after school [bodytext] => Walking towards me,
longed for and feared.
Dark sunglasses hide coals
behind tinted windows.
Headphones shield from listening;
is it drowning me out?
Hands keep writing safely surrounded
by red rocks and a sea of black tar.
...like Dairy Queen in my childhood...
Hunched to a hard brick wall
in a seventeen year-old body
I'd swear I was seven instead.
Vision... what a sad sight he must see.
Sad as a child's ice cream melting.
He's not deterred
he's coming.
Focus on the book
where writing of lost
summer days and boys
who walk across parking lots reside.
He sits, reaches my island of red rocks.
Rocks stick to fingers
and press to skin.
A cigarette adorns his mouth,
blocking still another sense.
(sight, sound, taste...)
Smoke...someday associated with him or only choking
in the back seat?
Pushing the lit death to the rocks,
I wish it were my skin instead;
and he opens his mouth to
breathe. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 162 [topic] => 43 [informant] => waos [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )

Blocked Senses

Contributed by waos on Monday, 4th October 2004 @ 06:52:10 PM in AEST
Topic: oops

Walking towards me,
longed for and feared.
Dark sunglasses hide coals
behind tinted windows.
Headphones shield from listening;
is it drowning me out?
Hands keep writing safely surrounded
by red rocks and a sea of black tar.
...like Dairy Queen in my childhood...
Hunched to a hard brick wall
in a seventeen year-old body
I'd swear I was seven instead.
Vision... what a sad sight he must see.
Sad as a child's ice cream melting.
He's not deterred
he's coming.
Focus on the book
where writing of lost
summer days and boys
who walk across parking lots reside.
He sits, reaches my island of red rocks.
Rocks stick to fingers
and press to skin.
A cigarette adorns his mouth,
blocking still another sense.
(sight, sound, taste...)
Smoke...someday associated with him or only choking
in the back seat?
Pushing the lit death to the rocks,
I wish it were my skin instead;
and he opens his mouth to
breathe.

Copyright © waos ... [ 2004-10-04 18:52:10]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Blocked Senses (User Rating: 1 )
by bobotheclown on Monday, 4th October 2004 @ 09:33:51 PM AEST
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I liked this it felt sort of like a horror movie it
was really creepy.
Dark sunglasses hide coals
behind tinted windows.
I loved those two lines it put some wierd
imagery in my head.

Bobo (Joel)

Re: Blocked Senses (User Rating: 1 )
by Essentially9 on Monday, 4th October 2004 @ 09:37:40 PM AEST
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interesting write.

Re: Blocked Senses (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Saturday, 25th February 2006 @ 01:47:59 PM AEST
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wonderful imagery at parts, slightly confusing at others. this is very interesting, different, etc. i liked it

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