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[aid] => mick
[title] => your canyons, america
[time] => 2005-06-14 23:59:37
[hometext] => always, abraham
[bodytext] => There is no way to say this. The soldiers face is riding sadness like a clock bridging over gap and maw over dove and flag flapping furiously america the beautiful burlesquing voice bottled up forever with bullet bomb and blood that runs too thin, too thick, too smoothly over the white tiled floor of every church and school. What can we say america? The truth is a carbine splintered forever. The truth is an old mans hand scrubbed bloody trembling in a new age with new thoughts where no one cares who you fought or who you lost or why or why there is no reason to wake sweaty sick afraid from their beds when the silent bombs go off like tear drops in the pale blue light of the moon. The truth is The voices pledge the voices pledge the dirty, severed tongue swallowing its own spit and come The voices pledge shave heads forget names bound metal with metal with fear with frozen in your socks over the top on the rocks fear cussing and spitting their pledge their come and water in their beds Nothing. It means nothing. Fingers press cautiously on your belly america slipping down your skirt america touch and tremble your moist disease your wilted cancerous flower america you call freedom and love. My fingers will not cross your states lightly america they will dig into flesh and ground they will not couple suck your breasts america they twist and pull they will not dip gently into your canyons america they gouge and pull and ***** you america they will cry whore you whore america you greedy trying slut with your colors with your songs and your slogans you make me sick america I love you you make me sick you are the sister whore to the brother slut that you raised and you will crumble to the ground by my hand. [comments] => 0 [counter] => 163 [topic] => 48 [informant] => iodinelove [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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