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Array ( [sid] => 98835 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Empty House [time] => 2005-06-21 13:26:21 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Creased, grey and hollow-headed they wake up.
A new day is singing but they do not hear,
there is so much to think about!
Before the curtain separates, before the show will begin.
Spray it on, stick it in, stitch it up.
Yesterday is dusty and lies screwed up in the bin.

Straightened, smouldering, hollow-headed they enter,
a world made up of audiences too obvious,
There are so many heads turning!
As the curtain separates, and programmed are the limbs,
Look on, listen in, laugh it off.
Smiling sacks stuffed with sins painted on seats as the show begins.

Applauded, exhausted, hollow-headed they retire
To a room inside a body where no-one is looking.
Turning, turning, spinning heads!
Before the curtain closes and the conclusion figured out,
Think it, feel it, don't try to understand;
Grand finale-empty house. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 163 [topic] => 69 [informant] => yummy [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => poets )

Empty House

Contributed by yummy on Tuesday, 21st June 2005 @ 01:26:21 PM in AEST
Topic: poets

Creased, grey and hollow-headed they wake up.
A new day is singing but they do not hear,
there is so much to think about!
Before the curtain separates, before the show will begin.
Spray it on, stick it in, stitch it up.
Yesterday is dusty and lies screwed up in the bin.

Straightened, smouldering, hollow-headed they enter,
a world made up of audiences too obvious,
There are so many heads turning!
As the curtain separates, and programmed are the limbs,
Look on, listen in, laugh it off.
Smiling sacks stuffed with sins painted on seats as the show begins.

Applauded, exhausted, hollow-headed they retire
To a room inside a body where no-one is looking.
Turning, turning, spinning heads!
Before the curtain closes and the conclusion figured out,
Think it, feel it, don't try to understand;
Grand finale-empty house.

Copyright © yummy ... [ 2005-06-21 13:26:21]
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Re: Empty House (User Rating: 1 )
by Urizen on Saturday, 30th July 2005 @ 05:41:48 AM AEST
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Nice imagry, a good poem, thnaks for sharing it.

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