Odes (short)
By judd
Tue, 28 Sep 2004
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Escape to a Seasonless World
I drew myself apart
Cushioned on a lover
My body not my heart
Heriditary Repression
Grandfather, father and me
We're all suppressed you see
It's not my fault, it's handed down
Just like dad's old dressing gown
Non-empathy
Lots of things were said
No words left in the head
But much in heart remained unsaid
As we lay apart on a wide bed
Our Wreath
Six foot beneath
On some forgotten heath
Beat ourselves to death
With falsities of breath
In Verity
From singularity
Gained familiarity
With ambidexterity
Of perpendicularity
Require similarity
With jocularity
And particularity
For regularity
Reverie
Ice-creams
Mountain streams
Foolish dreams
Reality screams
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