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Date Posted: 09:45:53 04/16/09 Thu
Author: Vince
Subject: Doldrums

DOLDRUMS



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hands smother the face and objective thought gets explosive
roles get switched constantly in his sadistic mindstate


Laying on his back staring into the Sun
Playing Russian Roulette with a fully loaded gun
Stunned that anarchy hasn't wet his appetite
Tears stream down his deformed face
Solace is evasive
Thoughts run through his head
Clouds shift shapes
He's going to ferment these sour grapes
Thinks he can make champagne out of vinegar
hands clutching balsamic wands
Daffodils disperse
Making a wish for amethyst raindrops
Was it a gift or a curse?
He wanted a purple diamond, crystal ball
Wavelengths become skewed and erratic
Selling his soul for a chance at cymbalism


STILL HE CAN'T ESCAPE HIS BOREDUM
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Nightfalls, he gets the guitar out of the closet
Singing the blues
Maintaining stoic outlooks
every riff is a gunshot fired at social conformity
"Can I ever quell this quiet storm in me?!?!"
Bloody fingers cannot surgically repair the broken psyche
That he prayed for.
Somewhere between schizophrenia & amnesia
Keeps forgetting the meaning of selective memory
The room is padded and its full of poems, left unfinished
They take him beyond these four walls, 3 which never speak
Even if these walls could conversate he'd rather argue
its hard to befriend a voice inside your head
Wanted to take flight with his inflated imagination
Ressurecting his spirit in the soil of a doldrum fairytale.

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