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Author Name: Freepeterooley 7 Comments
Date Added: April 25, 2007 15:04:33 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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The sun quickens, the thin blood leaves me.  How much is there?


Pick the loose fingers up, pulled out of my baking meat like carrots from the earth.


See the red-blooded American.  See the American soak in it.




Now the warm sharks are swimming away.


The goddamns are screaming out of my head.

Everything is splitting, stumbling towards the fantastic.

This is death and it is happening to me.


“Oh my darling…oh my darling…”


Now I’m watching it happen, from the outside.

I can feel it rising in me.

The steel doors are slamming and now Hell exists.




The fire is in my mouth.

I’m picking up the burning pieces of High-School proms as they smoke and disappear.  


“Oh my darling Clementine…you were lost and gone forever…”


The back of my head opens and I taste the freedom.


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Comment By: FreeRobin Constantinou on July 9, 2007 03:26:01 PM Report
such amazing imagery used here, beautifully written, well done, loved it,

Comment By: on July 2, 2007 02:20:27 PM Report
really good i enjoyed it
Comment By: FreeLeroy Taylor Lyon on June 29, 2007 06:07:10 PM Report
really awesome poem

Comment By: FreeAntony Frank on June 15, 2007 11:43:04 AM Report
Another excellent poem!  You should be getting paid handsomely for work like this one.



Comment By: FreeRin Marie on April 30, 2007 01:36:22 PM Report
There is so much irony in this, it really is bitter sweet.  Nice poem.


Love, Rin

Comment By: FreeShe Whispers on April 27, 2007 03:30:09 PM Report
I'm in awe as I read this excelleant poem.. you do have a great vision with words that express.. Good to see your poems again.
~ She Whispers

Comment By: FreeHeike on April 25, 2007 05:19:37 PM Report
Peter, you made a very poignant point - and I liked the way you structured the poem.
Following the recent events, it is hard to believe in the value of freedom... as it can be so badly abused.
Good to see you posting again!


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