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Picture beneath the painting (Free verse) by Caducus Fridays death
birthed cider and sodomy
and his Indigo brushes
blotted a masterpiece
of tomorrows regret.
Zombie in the dresser mirror,
grimacing kindled her.
Mascara and concealer
painted over lies,
beautifully covered
In time for tea at Gran's.
Mum poured milk on my cheerios,
she resembled her cameo.
Dad slept sucking his thumb
fists furred red,
by a white gold wedding band
that Grandad wore happily for 49 years.
Up the ladder:
at home amongst the strangers
Down the ladder:
Stopping at the oak (draft)
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Posted: May 2, 2006 8:29 AM PDT; Last modified: May 2, 2006 8:29 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.1490035 Overall Rank: 5325 Comments:
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Dovina @ 12.72.37.24
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2-May-06/3:14 PM
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"sodomy" stnds out as a misfit, but maybe it's there for some reason, If so, it's not given. I like Verse 2 because it's what I do each day. But it's about a painting, and like most of yours, gives not-quite-enough, not as much as I want.
Zombies, sodomy and paintings come together to make one of the most unusual combinations I've ever conceived of...
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