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Unwed (Free verse) by gilded in gold

There is a roadmap face in hiding (velvet and nameless) There are unpainted moments, a movie called hope

Goad 23-Jan-05/1:32 PM
No, I'm realLY boring. Or did you mean "you're real -- boring!"? If so, I assure you I'm quite false. But I doubt you meant that. It would be quite out of character for an illiterate poseur to profess to prefer artifice over realitát. "Being real" is, after all, the standard apologia for those who wish to defend their eschewing of technique, study, editing, and all other forms of artistry that require actual effort.

In any case your pome is quite decipherable: it expresses the adolescent yearnings of a teenage boy that someday he will meet a real woman with whom he can live out the fantasies he used to have when he masturbates to the woman in the black velvet painting in his uncle's house, the one where the woman is posed with her side to the viewer, exposing one full breast, the face mostly hidden 'neath her loosely falling hair and a raised arm. It hung in the upstairs hallway, beside the framed roadmap of Texas from 1957 (a memento of the roadtrip that marked your uncle's coming of age). You would often linger there, to impress the image in your mind, when you passed it on your way to the musty-smelling upstairs bathroom of your uncle's house to wank, hoping your parent's wouldn't notice that you were needing to go to the bathroom every half hour.




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