Posted by kid_A on August 8, 2002, at 9:21:57
In reply to Medusa, posted by kid_A on August 8, 2002, at 9:14:30
HOLDING A WAKE AT THE SUPERMARKET
"abandon all hope,
all yea who enter here"a day-glo sign reads
near electric doorsand the gaurd gives us
these carefully
chosen words,"we have casabas on sale,
buy one casaba get the
second casaba for
1/2 off"the gatewatcher,
seventy five, perhaps
and all used updances with
no dame this eveno more bebop a lula
no klactoveesedstene
no crazeologyno more au privave
there is false light
and guilotines,there are hapless alphas
with their guard downthere is Charon with
his boat, an awful boreon and on about the lawn,
mortgates, 401ks, what do i
think of hell so far...there is Virgil, and
his entouragedamned, though they say
they are notforsaken, for being?
early...there are some over there
that named their pets after
those in their delicate
historiesthere are misinthropes,
to be sure,they are choosing ten
items or lessthere is polished metal
skin, and perfumesthere are gladrags and
sandalsthere is Jesus and Judas
talking it over near
the organic foodthere is an illusion of
safety and there is
paranoiacouples idle by the
mellons and lewdly compare
their pliancythis one gives a little,
another lessand in each one lies a
journey,most will return
home tonighthome to nesting and
simple dreamshome to darkness early
and easy alcoholhome to bare walls and
sink kitchen flieshome to secret shame and
medicationhome to early sex, early
bed, early rise (repeat)home to a glass of wine
and televisionhome to no phone calls,
fewer prospectshome to masturbation,
furious and illusionaryhome and glad to be home,
away from that hell
at lasthome and apathetic
home and no place
to goand in each home,
a ghostsome ghosts are silent,
they say nothing, but
still are theresome ghosts whisper
providence, take what
you want, you deserve
itsome ghosts shame,
they beat down hard
like a rainfall of
frogssome ghosts aim to
confuse -they whisper riddles
some ghosts try to
hold you, they died
lovelesssome ghosts spit at
love, for hate's sakethey died loveless
some ghosts ask for
nothing, and give what
they cansome ghosts are unaware
of themselvesthey check the wrong box
on their tax returnssome ghosts are angry
because nothing had
ever happenedsome ghosts weep at
loss, unaware of the
loaded dicesome ghosts wait in
their sunhats and
sandalssome ghosts know
bettersome ghosts try hard
to please, while others
are insatiablesome ghosts will never
be happy with what
they havesome ghosts are just
like you.
poster:kid_A
thread:28280
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