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Darkness Like a Hot Pipe
Contributed by
Ina
on
Tuesday, 25th May 2004 @ 12:00:34 PM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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Fork, spoon, knife
in a row like graves
next to his elbow;
a cemetery of compulsiveness
He shuts my mouth with his claw
no barren images will be spoken;
and yet he yells
abandoned veins are empty pipes!
Inside his eyes is a place
where snow is red
and fall is red
and birds lay red heroin bottles
inside the womb; of the innocent
I love to swing upside down
from the bridge
of his eyebrows
waiting for his copper skin
to tarnish; so I can cry
cry like fire hydrants cry
laugh like beauty marks laugh
But inside nights flowing pipes
I fear to hear an empty
echo
coming from inside his
breath
Copyright ©
Ina
... [
2004-05-25 12:00:34]
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Re: Darkness Like a Hot Pipe
(User Rating: 1 )
by reilt on
Monday, 31st May 2004 @ 04:25:56 PM AEST
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| excellent poem with some breathtaking lines that i just found amazing...it made me feel sad for you and your friend. i have no personal experience in that i don't know anyone who is a heroin addict but this poem really made me think and feel what that would be like. i congratulate you on your strength to write this poem as i know it must be hard for you watching your friend do this to himself. i hope he and you will be ok. great write. |
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