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[title] => Apathy on Yucca Street
[time] => 2007-04-10 11:45:11
[hometext] => You give to live
[bodytext] => I made love to a shadow I pulled on it’s hair But it was just air And the thin frame of a form that I didn’t know I grow up like a fistfight I blank in and out Till I’m down for the count With a referee slapping the floor And I never keep a promise Because it’s just some words that you say That tremble with tension through days Till you break them, because all they can do is break In a cordless room with a telephone I watched as an officer dialed fast He slammed and he pressed but they never gave ring to the present, the future, the past No people on the other line, no flashing find, no understatement took to heart It was just a hopeless chase, a lie he faced, depression beautified like art And so he stuck forever still with a hand on the receiver, like a true believer, a fool I don’t think love set out for it, it just can’t help to be cruel I turned into a whirling mountain I’m as high as the earth Flying pass death until birth On the air of the breeze like an anvil I watch like a hawk But I just remark on my hate Like I’m in the place to berate A social commentary of arrogance I’m as scribbled as the testaments Free to break Living to ache Written word of God with no chisel or ink On a Captain Planet lunch box lid, we played army men verse Captain kid I shot you down, you pulled a trick, I ran and hid To find a castle made out of rotten wood, I hid beneath You followed my crying and came underneath We decided to play mom and dad instead of trading cards or army But it ended just as bad; you divorced and walked out on me I’m an old record I’m dusty and vintage Paid at a hefty percentage If it’s old and doesn’t work it’s expensive I’m a cartoon with a light bulb thought Animated guy with a shed of brilliance To fall off a canyon and return in backwards resilience That’s all folks I sing like a siren Bringing those ships right in Just to have them crashing Repeating things is said insane A fox killed a little rabbit, it was hungry and needed food It wasn’t kind, nor vengeful, demonic, sick or rude Just hungry, like we all are for something that it wants Because miseries a ghost, it hangs, it hates, it haunts Like a shadow moaning in the night, a lover on the run A failed force, a three-legged horse, a broken bullet in a gun [comments] => 1 [counter] => 267 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Franciswolf [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 1 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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