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[aid] => mick
[title] => A Silent Rage
[time] => 2005-03-03 17:10:45
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[bodytext] => Who deserted this forsaken earthworm, Helpless, on this acidic inferno of a sidewalk? His voice is too small to reach the Complacent giants orchestrating earthquakes. There are many words to grab angst’s spinal cord to shock, But a kick or sand thrown in the face is easily understood. Love is an abstraction: Will you find a glass orchid in a forest If you marched through trenches of bog in high spirits or Climbed through overgrown weeds that lacerate your shins? Lower me like a fireman resigns his clumsy hose; If you are a lion do not taunt me. Pretend to bite into a ripe peach; its sweet saccharine. I’m not invincible but invisible. I’m a storm lingering. You be the Guillotine. I’ll even slide my head through for you. Four letters: illuminated green. EXIT. Don’t leave me unchanged. Cars speeding along; Could I be that benefit to another? Will it hurt? Ask my name and simultaneously turn your back. Keep to yourself like an aged grandmother knitting. Behind that well-crafted Plaster is an absurd soul. Run away as if you’re pursued in Texas with a chainsaw roaring a mantra behind: “I will separate you from your well loved joints.” Indulgence is a killer. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 155 [topic] => 64 [informant] => alister [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 7 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => ambiguous )
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