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Array ( [sid] => 72148 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Unforgettable Afternoons [time] => 2004-11-18 17:23:39 [hometext] => A little about what was, isn't, but could be. [bodytext] => Slow music, plays softly
From the kitchen
I tend to get in the way
She kisses me and I leave

I find our program
On the Television
We eat, watch, talk together
About our day, people we know

Greasy plates, cigarettes
She washes her hair
In the kitchen, I rinse
A little scrubbing, always

A warm lazy night
We watch the sky
Not too far from home
Hot coffee, good company

Unforgettable afternoons
The days didn't matter
Is it possible for anyone
To tell a story about them?

Yesterday I called Bill
I asked him about his wife
He told me about a night
In a quiet downtown cafe

I told him my account
Of coffee, cigarettes
Cheap rum, imported beer
Sleepy eyes and kisses

Cool touch, warm feelings
The glass looks like crystal
Good wine numbs the heart
When you remember alone

I hold in my mind
Visions perfect
Those days long past
A fountain of youth

I remember from a storybook
Does it hurt to be made real?
Yes, but when you're real
You don't mind being hurt

Those sweet nothing days
I'd never care to recall
The longing comes first
The return of happiness
[comments] => 1 [counter] => 158 [topic] => 44 [informant] => recompile [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 0 [associated] => [topicname] => Nostalgic )
Unforgettable Afternoons

Contributed by recompile on Thursday, 18th November 2004 @ 05:23:39 PM in AEST
Topic: Nostalgic



Slow music, plays softly
From the kitchen
I tend to get in the way
She kisses me and I leave

I find our program
On the Television
We eat, watch, talk together
About our day, people we know

Greasy plates, cigarettes
She washes her hair
In the kitchen, I rinse
A little scrubbing, always

A warm lazy night
We watch the sky
Not too far from home
Hot coffee, good company

Unforgettable afternoons
The days didn't matter
Is it possible for anyone
To tell a story about them?

Yesterday I called Bill
I asked him about his wife
He told me about a night
In a quiet downtown cafe

I told him my account
Of coffee, cigarettes
Cheap rum, imported beer
Sleepy eyes and kisses

Cool touch, warm feelings
The glass looks like crystal
Good wine numbs the heart
When you remember alone

I hold in my mind
Visions perfect
Those days long past
A fountain of youth

I remember from a storybook
Does it hurt to be made real?
Yes, but when you're real
You don't mind being hurt

Those sweet nothing days
I'd never care to recall
The longing comes first
The return of happiness




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Re: Unforgettable Afternoons (User Rating: 1 )
by justjonesy on Thursday, 18th November 2004 @ 06:48:29 PM AEST
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great job...love the imagry




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