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Swallowed cup
tongued the gasoline rainbow.
Saw the porch lights low in the suburbs
and smelled the embalmed stench of corpses.
These streets once held bright red signs,
no more would the octagon wait be given.
No more would I be just the driveway.

Never thought I'd live forever a house beat down
soiled web windows plastic sills hanging broken
the baby of a drenched hardwood interior siding
battered down bare in nails protruding my eyes

to engage the emissions.
Outside looks like Mars,
breathes like it. Future leaking through every crack
and I will mellow; inside drywall.
And my lungs will cough insulation.

And when the red signs fade,
the future be degraded,
I will die by what I were made from. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 256 [topic] => 8 [informant] => skyhawk432 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => AmericanTragedy ) Your Poetry Dot Com - Drove Through Ghosts of the Green House Just to Get Here


Drove Through Ghosts of the Green House Just to Get Here
Date: Saturday, 1st August 2009 @ 09:21:33 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: skyhawk432


Swallowed cup
tongued the gasoline rainbow.
Saw the porch lights low in the suburbs
and smelled the embalmed stench of corpses.
These streets once held bright red signs,
no more would the octagon wait be given.
No more would I be just the driveway.

Never thought I'd live forever a house beat down
soiled web windows plastic sills hanging broken
the baby of a drenched hardwood interior siding
battered down bare in nails protruding my eyes

to engage the emissions.
Outside looks like Mars,
breathes like it. Future leaking through every crack
and I will mellow; inside drywall.
And my lungs will cough insulation.

And when the red signs fade,
the future be degraded,
I will die by what I were made from.

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