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Contributed by
pvd
on
Thursday, 19th August 2004 @ 11:21:48 AM in AEST
Topic:
oops
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After school climb the old
bare wood stairs up
the musty hallway, step over
the clutter, clothes piled on
the landing three steps
below the wall, sheet rock,
ply wood and paneling, held
together by rusty nails, framed
by recycled two by fours.
A yellowed bed sheet marks
the doorway, the attic, a dark
room, a slanted ceiling, closed
in, a blacked out window
beneath the apex.
Psychedelic paintings,
rock and roll posters, bits
and pieces of misshapen
concave and convex
mirrors hung on the walls
enhance the dcor.
Black shag carpet remnants
cover the floor, a weathered
mattress and box spring lay
in the corner, across
a disheveled love seat
wedged against the wall
its legs lopped off.
Milk crates for chairs, a large
wooden cable spool, courtesy
of LILCO, for a table.
The television sits atop
an antique dresser, drawers
for storage. Record albums,
bongs, rolling paper, candles,
legal and illegal paraphernalia.
A quadraphonic system lies
hidden, a camouflaged cabinet built
into the wall, four speakers hung
in each corner of the room, wrap
around surround sound heightens
the senses, strobe and black lights
flash and candle flames dance.
A crazy odd collage of shade,
shape and color, a mix
of outlaw cool and offbeat wild.
Our fun house, our place,
our launch pad to blast
off, get high or lay low, groove
to tunes, drink beer, pop
pills and smoke pot
before wed hang out in
the strip mall parking lot.
Our heaven, our Olympus
gods of our domain
we could look down
on police, politicians,
parents and teachers, petty
rules and regulations,
contrived to control
and constrain us,
up here we are high
above it all.
And hung on the wall
an old wooden STOP sign,
names, initials and symbols
carved into it.
An official ledger, an autograph
record, a membership
list of this private club,
all those who passed by,
passed through, passed
on and passed out.
Once you signed in,
you were on the outs
with authority and society.
You become one of us,
one of the people
your parents warned
you about.
Copyright ©
pvd
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2004-08-19 11:21:48]
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Re: Members Only
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by WinterFawn on
Thursday, 19th August 2004 @ 12:00:15 PM AEST
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| Oh!...I love this! That special hang out...away from all adult rules. Described with exceptional detail as always. Excellent piece! |
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by Former_Member on
Thursday, 19th August 2004 @ 12:27:11 PM AEST
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| your descriptive ability always makes me rethink my own writings - how meager my attempts. Nice job, vivid, and poignant |
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Re: Members Only
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by Hakiokusaken on
Thursday, 19th August 2004 @ 12:28:13 PM AEST
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You really painted a picture with this poem. I wuold like to read more poetry like it, keep up the good work.
~HAKIOKUSAKEN~ |
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Re: Members Only
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by Former_Member on
Thursday, 19th August 2004 @ 12:35:17 PM AEST
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Been there, Done that! I joined that oulaw society once, sucked in by the pleasure of uninhibited lawlessness, but it's okay, I rejoined "society" when I became an adult! WOOHOOOOO!!!! lol
Thanks for the trip down memory lane!Well done!
Angel always...joni |
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Re: Members Only
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by Former_Member on
Thursday, 19th August 2004 @ 12:56:16 PM AEST
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This sounds like every house on my street, except the wire rollers for tables. They have fish-boxes, as well as milk crates.
Powerfully descriptive again, pvd.
Keep writing. |
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Re: Members Only
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by Silent-No-More on
Thursday, 19th August 2004 @ 08:32:24 PM AEST
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It's been said... but I'll say it again... this is - outrageously descriptive! It wasn't, though, the PLACE that got me... but what it meant to the members that resided there.... unrestrained activity and existence... uncontrolled expression and exuberance. Adolencence magnifide.
Terrific write... as always.
Feeling lame for writing of vague grey, misty places,
SNM |
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