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UNDERGROUND VOICES: POETRY
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R.C. EDRINGTON
Habits We'd duct taped faded newspapers to the bedroom windows & erased the sun the silence between us palpable, thick & black like fresh tar on a once familiar gravel road we'd never travel again a long forgot cigarette burnt itself out on a crushed Diet Pepsi can, the ash bent & ready to fall like a timid suicide perched on the Golden Gate Bridge for 3 days nothing was shared but a dull rig & 7 grams of uncut dope time itself nothing but a false restraint we'd long since escaped as we sat like twin Buddhas rotting on a stained mattress when you held me tight in your numb powdered sleep I knew you were only dreaming of someone else, as was I both too weak to break old habits & embrace the dawn creeping slow beneath the thin slice of the battered bedroom door Sold (for Joe Strummer) when sidewalks are stenciled in blood with the words "a woman was raped here" & pimple faced illegal latino's peddle heroin & vanilla milkshakes from drive thru graffiti laced windows at neighborhood McDonalds of course poetry will fester like swollen track marks down a junkies tattooed arm & all literature will burn not in the fire of revolution but from a butane flame accidentally dropped when baking soda & cocaine collide into solid then smolder thru the tired lungs of post-punk angels who hum elegies to the causes of their youth now whored out on MTV to sell whatever selling sells RC Edrington's poetry can be found at http://www.spentmeat.com/edrington.html His poetry site is at: http://spentmeat.com |
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