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  • Kilt *
  • Flannel *
  • Anonymous *
  • Face *
  • She & Me *
  • Race *
  • Street-vice *
  • Cardboard boy *
  • In my sofa *
  • Humble *
  • Earth *
  • Anatomy *
  • Summary *
  • Heart *
  • Burned wings *
  • Pathos *
  • Aussie fair/ Route 3 north *
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    Kilt

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    Why I'm still here

    With this narrow minded piece of cliche

    I don't know

    Why I'm still here without blowing

    Gold chain heavy on skin

    Distracting my vision eating the appearance

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    A legacy

    A threat ?

    A rope

    tightening word by word with its loss of meaning imposed

    by me

    Big rings Big link

    Constantly turning

    Constantly fiddling

    Afraid or Pompous ?

    Doesn't matter

    To me

    Know me

    Pretty little rich boy

    I choke on you

    I choke shake you

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    I argue against you until you get me a beer in confusion.

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    Bribe?

    Poor boy, still doesn't get it do you?

    Do you dare too?
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    "I'm gonna be a photo model"

    vain in vain

    "I've been taken up by an agency

    in Southport"

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    Another beer

    Another bribe

    "Don't you like chivalry?"

    As supposed to what?

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    Am I to be thankful?

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    I don't know why I'm still attracted to this narrow-minded piece of cliche�

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    Perhaps it's the boy not yet discovered his 50/50 vision

    Perhaps it's his lips his kiss his Scottish

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    Perhaps I'm just as shallow as he.

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    Flannel

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    �Two rapists

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    Big men with sparkly green ties and chiffery red round noses

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    Chased me through clubs and market stands

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    Funny how easy it was running

    Funny how fast I was

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    Finally, falling in the arms of a security guard,

    they disappeared.

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    �� And I had sandflies in my pyjama

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    Anonymous

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    A guy kissed her in the bar downstairs

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    In the middle of the crowd

    From nowhere

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    "Jei liker striperna dina" he said

    I like your stripes

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    And followed the lines of the shirt down her breast

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    She ran up in panic

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    And when she came down again

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    She couldn�t remember what he looked like

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    Face

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    I did it!

    I sat half an hour and smiled

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    Talked superficially and cheery

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    And joked

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    But in the silence it shone through

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    The uneasiness

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    And when we left, we still hadn�t met.

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    She & Me

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    �Maybe it was all his talk of us not knowing each other really

    Of all horrible things he could be.

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    Maybe it was the way he moved his way of moving my hand inside his pants

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    But it was something that made me feel like that little girl again

    Young, insecure incapable of action

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    �And I felt her uneasiness

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    Paralysed panic Mixed with my own lusts

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    Maybe it was the way he kissed

    But in the middle of all his gentleness I felt something hard and frightening

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    And the young girl won

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    Maybe it was me�

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    But it wasn�t him.

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    Race

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    My mind races 4 a clock at night

    It races to you

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    Though I try not to

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    �It races to you because there�s people here who remind me too much

    there�s music here who remind me too much

    there�s me here, who remind me too much.

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    And the guy with the flag has gone home

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    The chequered flag on a chair

    in a little wood house

    in a little quaint suburb

    with a little wed wife

    and two little bed children�

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    � No guy at the finish line

    There is no finish line

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    And I can�t shut it off if I tried to.

    I can�t shut you out if I wished to�

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    �My mind races

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    When you are having cereal for breakfast.

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    Street-vice

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    Oohh Baby
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    Aarrrrhhh� !

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    Half male bodies stating frustration through rolled down windows

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    Undefinable sounds murmurs

    �Sounds like gang rape prematurely

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    �"I think they want you"

    said a seagull-haired pimple at the sidewalk

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    Oh, well�

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    "So do we�" he piped

    from safe distance

    As I walk away

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    Oh well, Oh please

    Get some style, some mind some pride

    A life

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    �Eggs at my window, stones in my back

    And they wonder why I haven�t �had� an Australian� ?

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    Cardboard boy

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    There's a boy I a cardboard box up the street

    He looks much like me and you though his eyes never smile

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    He goes to MacDonald's every night and orders from Tracy who always laughs

    She knows him now

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    And home in bed he has waves and darkness

    The boy in the card board box

    Moist loneliness and freedom without choice

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    In my sofa

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    "When are you going to campus"
    He asked

    "As soon as possible

    I'd rather be there now than tonight"

    "I'll probably still be here�"

    He said

    "�not knowing what to do"

    I wonder if he still sits there� bored.

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    Humble

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    I dropped a coin in the bus

    Searched benches through bothered student's legs

    "5�!" scorned a pony-tailed girl

    nose high in the air

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    Some people have more money than others

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    Earth

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    I'm becoming my mother

    I go around the house and shut the lights off after the others gone to bed

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    Smile

    an heather inside easefully sighing

    at my friend in the sofa

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    And I don't mind

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    Actually,

    I kind of like it.

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    Anatomy

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    Irritation is an itch between solar plexus and the belly button

    Aggravation annoyance are head bulldozers, ploughing their way down�

    Sadness lays silent behind my breasts

    Mum sits in my tummy

    Blackness deep inside underneath my heart

    spreading as gas at meltdown.

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    My Ulcer between two breasts sucking it all up

    making the pain physical for my poor scientified brain.

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    Summary

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    Small red-ish blue marks shaped as perfect circles on her skin.

    This morning they were situated as a grab.

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    "Coffee?"

    "Thanx, yeah".

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    Heart

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    Heart

    Iron

    Stone

    Swamp

    Ghost

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    Heart

    Barbwire
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    Burnt wings

    There we where

    trying to pull each others pain out

    trying to wrap each others hearts in velvet

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    And as the tear broke through his eye again and again

    all I wanted to do was hug him

    Rock him into sweetness

    As I cried and twitched, that�s what he did

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    But physical comfort does little good for a soul

    incapable of closeness

    and as he shrugged back I cried for the pain in him

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    Knowing we can solely make this whole

    on our own.
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    Pathos

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    I wrote a letter to you today

    It felt good

    and I almost felt you responding

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    Still, I don�t have your address to send it to

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    After all

    Isn�t it funny how our relationship develops?

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    Aussie fair/Route 3 north

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    There was a man outside Australia fair, trying to catch the bus just as it left the sidewalk.

    The bus driver shock his head.

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    As the bus approached the second stop, the man had almost caught up

    as the driver closed the doors to leave for a second time there he was,

    knocking on the glass.

    The driver drove off - stone faced

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    "Fucking sadist!"

    the passengers thought.

    "It�s people like you who got One Nation 11 seats in Queensland!

    �Rasist!!"

    The man had oriental treks

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    And the driver tried to smile.

    But realising that seeing the face of the man as he drove off was the only fun he�d get that day

    took the fun away.

    "The job wouldn�t be so bad"

    he thought

    "if one needn�t look happy as well�"

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    And the man left behind swore: "Cursed be all bus drivers!"

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    totally forgotten

    they already are�

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