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[title] => Failure
[time] => 2012-01-03 22:37:35
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[bodytext] => The Masked Man stands Stooped and bloody on the shore. Behind him His tower burns; he is enveloped In its dying light. In his hands, three pictures : An overweight young man, so lost, A woman, beauty gone to grey, A girl-child; eyes like the tempest behind him. I could have saved you He thinks I only needed Time More time He lets the pictures fall Miles stands stiffly at the altar. His rented suit Chafes his neck and Bulges around his waist. His chubby hands Grip the lectern Tight. He wants to scream You were never there He wants to cry Not one of you knows what he did to me He wants to shout Why am I not happy? Do any of you know What he stole from me? But instead He runs a finger under His too-tight collar And reads the eulogy He has prepared. The faces in the church are Blank Blank Tonight, he will open His wrists and Be blank too. Gloria is naked in her bedroom. She runs her hands Down Over her sagging breasts And the stomach Wrinkled and slumped. Her fingers Part the wiry hair At the top of her thighs And she feels Nothing Her mouth tastes Burned; Too many cigarettes And the cheap vodka From the hotel bar. They will find his body tonight. His face ruined By the cut-glass decanter That sits at the bottom of the Yarra Still, They will know him; a celebrity does not go Un-noticed Into the night. They will come for her Tonight. Gloria Gloria Wife, lover, mother, Murderer. He will never make you feel anything ever again. Stephanie’s is running for her life. Her heart Which she once thought Unbreakable Pounds in her chest like a Hammer. She wishes for One last taste. One grey crystal to crunch Between her teeth. She wishes That she had never tasted That crystal Meth-Amphetamine. The faceless men Who she let Spasm On top of her For the change in their pockets. Blue lights Flashing Closer behind her now And that heart; Stephanie’s unbreakable heart Explodes in her chest And she Smiles The concrete is soft. The Masked Man shudders. Some trick of the Tide Keeps passing the Pictures Back and forth in front of him. He chokes It didn’t have to be Like this. You weren’t alone. I watched, I planned, I cast My spells, But, They drowned my books. They burned my life. I could have saved you With time More time I am Prospero And I have failed For The Last Time [comments] => 1 [counter] => 66 [topic] => 13 [informant] => PFKilleen [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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