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Front, Porch, Swing. (Free verse) by horus8

Every evening she smokes cigarettes on her front porch Riding that swing All of her gestures pause She's not waiting for that special someone's home lighting torch If the swing could speak it would say, "because", Because, my friend Time blindfolded the farm animals The bonfire out front is hot enough now To melt the toy metal trucks Intense enough now to burn the swing, and the house with shed The only things left Would be the tiny flowered weeds The aphids for the ladybugs Her eyes show this knowledge She was the child i loved more than myself That spit at the circus Peed behind the ferris wheel Shin kicked the ring master and gave all of the clowns a raise Lost within the house of mirrors No razor No bottle of depressants Liar Only cotton candy I loved you, distempered Mouth melting and sugar soaked, anger Don't cut you Never trust a stranger I need you Or, a mustached man Father Or, a girdled woman Mother Or, the freckled children Siblings Because they don't follow you around like i do I'm sorry that i came too late to pump you're guts I guess i'm gutless Fertilizer for your milkweed One day too You Out there Will sit quiet Chain-smoking On somebody else's front, porch, swing dragging your feet to simply slow down.

horus8 28-Dec-02/9:06 PM
i'm preparing for the first of the year (rent) and feeling acutely aggoraphobic. sorry. figured that was you. Also, i'm moody and unsocial. Why? miss me. Shawn came by today whacky as ever. If he knew who you were he'd die. ha haha..funny shit. and i saw the two towers last night, you know a movie blows chunks when the acting award should go to the computer generated bad guy. what are you doing at home tonight? sopranos are on.




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