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It was hard for you.

Contributed by poopoo on Thursday, 5th December 2002 @ 03:20:00 AM in AEST
Topic: political



It was hard for you,
To keep that face, of edgy supermodels
Pulling off the gritty shots.
Angry sex. Caught cold in photography.
And men who lie.
But
You hold it picture perfect
Walk like you want it,
Spasm in the flashes of cameras and lies,
To that melody of journalists in this whole fake convulsion
Who needed your head ahead of your body.

And yeah, it made no sense.

Still, one year less than safe you learnt what it all was about
The priests who'd wink at plastic

And all that jazz.

All this and a coffee machine,
On that walk to her bed,
Screams clean enough to make those virgins,
Who can actually push out babies
Be dirty.
And those dull echoes of biting shoes,
To rip your skin and make you beautiful
Knock out chromatic scales
Like some old, lonely trinity
Against hospital floors.

That father
Whose gun
You wanted the most.

Was just too late, and sleeping when you knocked for him
So, you watch her forget how to breathe
And other important things
Like locking doors behind you,
And how stark strip lights will drain you
If the make-up's not right.
And well, because you learnt split ends were sin
Before you learnt about murder
And celebrity game shows etc etc
You wished she might leave with more dignity.

And mascara.

You did love her, but she meant nothing to you.
So just drop down to night.
Pretend you do not hear the sound
Of little boys
Throwing gravestones at her windows
To wake her.
Watch her shine down the drainpipe
And go running under stars in wet fields
Before the houses come again, in the morning.

O but she is old now
So let housing estates be Britains second skin,
The place where you must get your first lay,
Smoke your first high,
Kiss your first low,
And drive stolen cars like used needles
To make the tarmac thirsty.

You hit and run her vein,
And once, she almost dared to look you in the eye
Then remembered
That she was old now, and stuff.

Puncture marks like birthday candles,
And wrinkles spell out every Christmas tree
You will ever touch.
They said
"Life goes faster, as you grow older"
But
She was shrinking.
And smaller than you now.
You played dot to dot on her skin,
Watched those fake flowers that you held against your chest
Bloom out of her pores.
Then drown away each word you could never quite tell her.

Die, dying and death
Are not four letter words.

Dead is.

So, in that soft glow of her fingernails,
When she moves her hand to you
Just one last time

It will all depend on the way you look at things.

You bend down
Kiss her ear with words -
"Everything to ever happen,
Was only for you,
Sick women,
You never met,
Somewhere in Africa,
Pick grains of rice
Up, out of the sand,
So if you should ever happen to walk by,
They do not get trapped in the grooves on your shoe."

But, it was more realistic I think
More natural
With breaks
To swallow air
And drown away that ache of your bones crying to know your Grandma.

Though she was already gone.




Copyright © poopoo ... [ 2002-12-05 03:20:00]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: It was hard for you. (User Rating: 1 )
by OreO on Thursday, 5th December 2002 @ 09:15:43 AM AEST
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Wow.....tha's all i can say here is wow...you definately write with a style of your very own...thanks for sharing this one i enjoyed it alot...and welcome to YPDC...i look forward to reading more of your poetry..
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Re: It was hard for you. (User Rating: 0 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 18th December 2002 @ 05:41:53 PM AEST
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that poem was really unique. it's wriiten with alot of expression and such.




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