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[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 )
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