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| Author: |
James Rippingale |
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James’ random song playlist:
O: The Dope Show - Marilyn Manson
P: Gimme Danger - The Stooges
E: We Are The Pigs - Suede
N: Suicide Bomb - Primal Scream
2: Get It On - Grinderman
0: Dropping Bombs On The Whitehouse - The Brian Jonestown Massacre
1: The Ants Invasion - Adam & The Ants
0: For Your Pleasure - Roxy Music
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| Submission Date: |
| 16 Jul 2010 |
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Poetry
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In Chap-book
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Boneyard
I placed two origami orchids in the hands of the dead child
And a single kiss against the tape that covered his mouth
The ghost trails of lipstick blurring into red vignette
Under rain that flowed gun-blue through the gutters
I did it so someone would find me and make me real
Call up my reason and my history in police statistics
Taken from the bloom-blood of images that I left with the body
Because no one listened before I became a killer
But they made me a star and gave me a name with metre and pulse
That controlled the news like a crossbow at the temple
And I became the answer to the question of the alley after dark
A jackal-headed God appeased by arteries that only I could open
You need only what I give to hear the whisper of my music
It comes as the shudder and the shiver in the eye’s aversion
As I pass you in the queue and the crowd and the supermarket
Just waiting for the light to fade
Video: We Are The Pigs - Suede
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Darkstar's comments
Good poem James as always mate, very dark and thoughtful. I really like the tune as well. Keep it up and maybe I'll run into you over the summer, especially when Italian Steve gets back from Bulgaria.
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16 Jul 2010
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