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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 30-Dec-02/2:00 AM
i don't have nothing against you. Don't be dramatic, and must you and shawn follow me into my escape world too. I use, and enjoy poemranker, as a writing forum, and it's my latest creative outlet for the last 4 to 5 months. Not to deal with the artery clogging coagulates that parallel my pathetic hollywood existence in my fantasty world too. I might be a snake, but at least i'm aware of what can and can't swallow. Must i turn around and find this pointless high school clique mentality everywhere? Get over it. Write poems, or shut the fuck up. Here's a scenario, i don't really see us having a future together. And the note passing is a little pathetic. When a person doesn't pick up the phone to call, or answer that usually is a pretty good indicater of loss of interest. Nothing against you, but i'm intuative enough to see a psycho bubbling over a mile away, and you sweetheart are a text book nut case. my advice to you would be put tony robbins down, and get some meds. also, the best thing that could happen is p&k corresponding with you. Two birds, one stone.




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