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Array ( [sid] => 99421 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Body-bags. [time] => 2005-06-27 13:40:31 [hometext] => Time to live. [ June 26, 2005 ] [bodytext] => Exit-signs
Glowing red
[Copper-tone; crimson and scarlet and burgundy and rubies and dripping and…]
Warm, yet cold, yet warm, yet cold, yet … burning.
Lust. Passion. Desire. Hunger.
– stop! –
Temper. Rage. Fever. Fury.
Drink down.
Cheap alcohol.
Smouldering; ache.
Shudders and sighs and shudders and sighs and – no more.
Exit-signs, stage[d]… left – wait, right.
Right? Right.
Certain? Convinced.
Spit-out, lip kisses, snagged on rusted wires.
Chemical smiles.
Torn tissue.
Loose skin.
In hand? Under control.
Bagged and brown and black and blue and – green?
Envious, no more.
Green and red – amalgamating. Sour and sweet and sour and sweet and green and red and greed and red and… everything’s coming up Christmas.
Midnight match-making, in futile; no point(s) – mere curves and bends and hollows.
Cursive and print, yellow and aged. Wrinkled, ancient.
And cold.
Spiritless – devoid of musical faeries, adorned in greens and yellows, not dissimilar from fireflies – and cold.
Cold, yet warm, yet cold, yet warm, yet cold, yet … burning.
Red; exit-signs.
There’s your cue; left or right or left or right, no matter.

Choose your stage.

And live.
[comments] => 2 [counter] => 224 [topic] => 21 [informant] => blackmarker [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )

Body-bags.

Contributed by blackmarker on Monday, 27th June 2005 @ 01:40:31 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems

Exit-signs
Glowing red
[Copper-tone; crimson and scarlet and burgundy and rubies and dripping and…]
Warm, yet cold, yet warm, yet cold, yet … burning.
Lust. Passion. Desire. Hunger.
– stop! –
Temper. Rage. Fever. Fury.
Drink down.
Cheap alcohol.
Smouldering; ache.
Shudders and sighs and shudders and sighs and – no more.
Exit-signs, stage[d]… left – wait, right.
Right? Right.
Certain? Convinced.
Spit-out, lip kisses, snagged on rusted wires.
Chemical smiles.
Torn tissue.
Loose skin.
In hand? Under control.
Bagged and brown and black and blue and – green?
Envious, no more.
Green and red – amalgamating. Sour and sweet and sour and sweet and green and red and greed and red and… everything’s coming up Christmas.
Midnight match-making, in futile; no point(s) – mere curves and bends and hollows.
Cursive and print, yellow and aged. Wrinkled, ancient.
And cold.
Spiritless – devoid of musical faeries, adorned in greens and yellows, not dissimilar from fireflies – and cold.
Cold, yet warm, yet cold, yet warm, yet cold, yet … burning.
Red; exit-signs.
There’s your cue; left or right or left or right, no matter.

Choose your stage.

And live.

Copyright © blackmarker ... [ 2005-06-27 13:40:31]
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Re: Body-bags. (User Rating: 1 )
by ForeverAndADay on Monday, 27th June 2005 @ 01:53:02 PM AEST
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Aww...this was cool. An excellent piece. I loved it. Keep it up!

Re: Body-bags. (User Rating: 1 )
by Fionndruinne on Monday, 27th June 2005 @ 08:00:32 PM AEST
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Evocative work! The words leave one with vivid impressions, and the glint of deep feeling. Inspiring!

Andrew

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