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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.

Ornella Muti 30-Dec-02/1:10 AM
The guy that was living in his guest house (old man river) tried to pick me up at a bar. One time I called him and h8 picked up the phone and he talked to me for like an hour...not knowing who the hell I was....About a month after that conversation my phone rang at like 3am and it was him....weird..right?? We talked some more and then we met in person. After that we spent some quality time together. We got along quite well...I thought. Unfortunately, he is a snake...the worst kind of human possible...the kind of person that would hurt you purposefully for no reason at all. I've been nothing but kind to him and in return I get treated like shit. That's alright though... I think he is a little upset at my fondness for you. But,you my friend are amazingly accurate...all your comments regarding him were true...amazing even though you don't know him. No, I don't work for Boston Chicken.




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