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Array ( [sid] => 76685 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => I would change the world [time] => 2004-12-21 00:47:30 [hometext] => ^_^ [bodytext] => There are days that I would change the world.
The CD skipping mildly, this song my favorite song.
There are days that I cannot live my life.
The dreary sweater, the blue jeans, the Adidas cap
over dirt and dusty brown hair. The black moons
hovering beneath itchy blue eyes.
There are some days that I would change;
I would cover my love in advertising
paint my face the bronze and flush
and blinding white teeth.
I would be diseased and wear a crown
of no identity, I would wash and lather
laugh my own obscenity.
But today, today I am afraid.
The darkness over string and fiddle,
the calloused foot and hand and dancing
fingers over black and white keys.
Today, I wander hall after hall
playing swollen smiles
over sand and tile.
There are too many sadnesses for me to see
there is too much falsity underlying the
beautiful blond, the brunette, the child
with older eyes than I.
There is no more humanity.
The sky is an empty sky
I cry I close my eyes
The cars pull up
The night is a leopard
I am the snow
I can hear the engine
the sweet perfume
of cigarettes and beer.
I turn
and walk away. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 165 [topic] => 43 [informant] => iodinelove [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 6 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )

I would change the world

Contributed by iodinelove on Tuesday, 21st December 2004 @ 12:47:30 AM in AEST
Topic: oops

There are days that I would change the world.
The CD skipping mildly, this song my favorite song.
There are days that I cannot live my life.
The dreary sweater, the blue jeans, the Adidas cap
over dirt and dusty brown hair. The black moons
hovering beneath itchy blue eyes.
There are some days that I would change;
I would cover my love in advertising
paint my face the bronze and flush
and blinding white teeth.
I would be diseased and wear a crown
of no identity, I would wash and lather
laugh my own obscenity.
But today, today I am afraid.
The darkness over string and fiddle,
the calloused foot and hand and dancing
fingers over black and white keys.
Today, I wander hall after hall
playing swollen smiles
over sand and tile.
There are too many sadnesses for me to see
there is too much falsity underlying the
beautiful blond, the brunette, the child
with older eyes than I.
There is no more humanity.
The sky is an empty sky
I cry I close my eyes
The cars pull up
The night is a leopard
I am the snow
I can hear the engine
the sweet perfume
of cigarettes and beer.
I turn
and walk away.

Copyright © iodinelove ... [ 2004-12-21 00:47:30]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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