PhilLFM
10-20-2008, 09:14 AM
The Lucky Dip
I am walking through those streets again,
Breathing in that scent of cooking oil, sweat, cheap perfume and adrenaline.
I stop before an avalanche of people and quickly sit down on a bench to catch my breath,
I wipe my brow with my cheap cotton sleeve and exhale with discomfort.
He approaches me smiling that cinnamon smile,
Magical glasses and a little bowtie.
He sits next to me, placing his drenched palm upon my shaking knee.
He tells me of god and heaven and how i need to be saved.
I listen for a while eventually shaking my head,
I refuse to hear this and cover my ears.
The most exciting thing about death is the not knowing where your going.
I would choose a lucky dip any day of the week,
Even if the lucky dip contained nothing more than compressed air and blew right into my bewildered face knocking me to my knees.
What the hell,
Its only 2 bucks.
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The Wild West
These cowboys are faceless, the cobblestones cracked.
The trees would disintegrate with one small breath from the toxic air protruding from our torn lungs.
The saloons reek with the scent of failure.
The desert is made up of one third sand and two thirds cigarette ash.
The horses are made of metal and they **** gas and oil all over the ruins of old roads.
Cow dung is replaced by human excrement and the smell lingers throughout this old town.
The whips are used for sexual pleasures not cattle.
Mugs cannot hold enough liquor so we drink from the bottle which is caressed by a brown paper bag.
The tobacco is smoked frequently, seldom chewed.
The bar fights are more frequent than before and the fatality rate rapidly climbs.
The cowboys and cowgirls chew their sore filled gums instead of straw,
The amphetamine rapidly replaces the liquor making it much easier to find the needle in the haystack.
The cotton fields are tarmacked, the river dried and the woods burnt into nothingness.
The barmaids of the honky tonks and bars smile with ignorance through their heavily made up faces.
I leave town.
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The Circle
He always falls for the damaged ones,
The flawed,
The lost,
The lonely,
The confused.
The relationships never last and always end sour.
She disappears,
Something chips away inside him,
Chip, chip, chipping away.
Each girl, each loss.
Chip, chip, chipping away.
He gets the choice of a girl with no baggage or a girl who is heavily flawed,
He goes for the latter, of course.
Things start out great,
Its them against the world, or more like them hiding from the world together.
They don’t let anybody else into their little bubble but its already burst before they enter themselves.
Chip, chip...
Until there is nothing left to chip away at.
I am walking through those streets again,
Breathing in that scent of cooking oil, sweat, cheap perfume and adrenaline.
I stop before an avalanche of people and quickly sit down on a bench to catch my breath,
I wipe my brow with my cheap cotton sleeve and exhale with discomfort.
He approaches me smiling that cinnamon smile,
Magical glasses and a little bowtie.
He sits next to me, placing his drenched palm upon my shaking knee.
He tells me of god and heaven and how i need to be saved.
I listen for a while eventually shaking my head,
I refuse to hear this and cover my ears.
The most exciting thing about death is the not knowing where your going.
I would choose a lucky dip any day of the week,
Even if the lucky dip contained nothing more than compressed air and blew right into my bewildered face knocking me to my knees.
What the hell,
Its only 2 bucks.
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The Wild West
These cowboys are faceless, the cobblestones cracked.
The trees would disintegrate with one small breath from the toxic air protruding from our torn lungs.
The saloons reek with the scent of failure.
The desert is made up of one third sand and two thirds cigarette ash.
The horses are made of metal and they **** gas and oil all over the ruins of old roads.
Cow dung is replaced by human excrement and the smell lingers throughout this old town.
The whips are used for sexual pleasures not cattle.
Mugs cannot hold enough liquor so we drink from the bottle which is caressed by a brown paper bag.
The tobacco is smoked frequently, seldom chewed.
The bar fights are more frequent than before and the fatality rate rapidly climbs.
The cowboys and cowgirls chew their sore filled gums instead of straw,
The amphetamine rapidly replaces the liquor making it much easier to find the needle in the haystack.
The cotton fields are tarmacked, the river dried and the woods burnt into nothingness.
The barmaids of the honky tonks and bars smile with ignorance through their heavily made up faces.
I leave town.
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The Circle
He always falls for the damaged ones,
The flawed,
The lost,
The lonely,
The confused.
The relationships never last and always end sour.
She disappears,
Something chips away inside him,
Chip, chip, chipping away.
Each girl, each loss.
Chip, chip, chipping away.
He gets the choice of a girl with no baggage or a girl who is heavily flawed,
He goes for the latter, of course.
Things start out great,
Its them against the world, or more like them hiding from the world together.
They don’t let anybody else into their little bubble but its already burst before they enter themselves.
Chip, chip...
Until there is nothing left to chip away at.