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[title] => Suburban Sunset
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[bodytext] => The vile evening rain tastes rancid on my tongue my lymphatic movements are re-sculptured, exaggerated then flung in shadow across the pavement the dull echo of my boots getting ever nearer to the chequered flag of this tedious arrangement then comes no warmth in applause or gratitude, just hollowed silence. on these maudlin streets my thoughts become feeble, the rainwater in the gutter flows like treacle. From the rows of cracked chimneys there billows plumes of filthy turbid cloud towards the stagnant sullen mass of heavy sky there Old men, cast desolate eyes with ears twitching for sound I walk on and think of the lives being led, the lives behind those net curtains I think of all those hands reaching for another glass or fumbling for a lighter, I think of shirtless men looking for the remote, or enquiring about dinner and those poor sods looking for change behind the settee, looking for change in general into the suburban sunset she would flee from that beast she called father she longed to be loved she longed to be free she scuttled over the slimy cobbles past the wilting gardens and their slumped fences towards the quiet town past the blur of neon in the chip shop window the timorous old ladies outside the laundrettes past the men in the bus shelter gasping for nicotine running towards the one with the desperate revolting stare.........two lovers ? [comments] => 1 [counter] => 139 [topic] => 75 [informant] => flavellm [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => anguished )
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