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Under firelight of deep suburbia
thunder rolls across the ghetto-
street kids on sandy pavement
pitch the radio on high.

We move to the beach,
the smell of the city
forces us to face the tide
strong arming it with our longing...

"It all made sense at one time,"
said Jack, pissing in the bonfire;
"I fucking love this song"
I do too-I thought,
peeling the label from another corona.

"Nobody understands this," I said.
What-?!? Jack yelled-What don't THEY understand?"

-This-
here, now, this moment-
pissing under the stars
yelling at the moon,
its as hollow as a photograph
in the foggy morning.

We're as free as a bottle in the sand, man-
sitting, wasting away,
waiting; praying for a strong tide
to carry us away-somewhere...

But this- standing raw in front of the flame
I almost feel alive-
I could run, kill, f@ck, dance-cry
and it would mean something-
Anything; but only in this moment

'til tomorrow rains it away,
another memory on a postcard-
another frown of a stranger-
another broken bottle under a streetlight...

This is suburbia, My friend-
Nobody understands it-

Nobody cares about freedom anymore.




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On Tuesday June 10th, 2008, Echoes of Orpheus (418) writes:
Genius... I love the theme and complimenting images. Quite the message behind this little tale.


On Tuesday June 10th, 2008, Six-Out (1823) writes:
More people need to read this.


On Saturday August 18th, 2007, Reefer_rave (228) writes:
Wonderful.. a sense of damaged longing..and pieces of yesterday that never quite look the same after you've thought about it .


On Wednesday August 15th, 2007, Six-Out (1823) writes:
Again, I comment on this. 4 years after I first read it. And I still love it.


On Thursday January 26th, 2006, Six-Out (1823) writes:
I'm still waiting for your resurgance, so we can finish our poem. And also, so you can finish this series.


On Monday October 31st, 2005, Six-Out (1823) writes:
Two years later, and it's still on my favs. Fuck, I love this piece.


On Wednesday May 24th, 2006, PoeticHellion (250) writes:
Wow. I agree with Jon, this is fucking amazingly brilliant.


On Monday November 22nd, 2004, Lotophagi (451) writes:
wow, this is the concept of a brilliant film or something - it is just supremely well presented, "This is suburbia, My friend- Nobody understands it-" dammit - these lines just churned me up, it's like I'm there at the scene, just waiting around everynigh


On Monday November 22nd, 2004, Lotophagi (451) writes:
everynight, taking it in..... "Nobody cares about freedom anymore." and bam! you slam me back into my place and set the record straight.... you've got the inevitable truth of cilivisation and urbanity in this.... thank you.


On Monday November 22nd, 2004, Bakkhus Unbound (1108) writes:
"'til tomorrow rains it away, another memory on a postcard-.../...another broken bottle under a streetlight..." Delicious cachophony of the streetlight serenade -sin, symphony, sympathy- in suburbia. I can feel the cracked sidewalk memories bleeding in


On Monday November 22nd, 2004, Bakkhus Unbound (1108) writes:
... bleeding in beach chlorine & concrete. "its as hollow as a photograph in the foggy morning." -bravo.


On Tuesday October 12th, 2004, anth (1611) writes:
masterpiece..id elaborate further but i cant do justice,the writing of this is in a league of its own,so much...life..in this,as if the poem was another moment initself,captured inconcievbley in a pure form


On Friday August 6th, 2004, knightmirror (425) writes:
damn this was pure emotion,raw,full of truth that made me think of times in my life i hadn't thought of in a long time.what a powerfully phenomenal write.****-knight....*standing ovation*


On Monday April 19th, 2004, Six-Out (1823) writes:
I never comment twice on something. But I can actually recite this word for words now, so I figure it's time to re-comment. And there's not much more that i can say that I didn't say before...still favorited, and still on the top of my fav poems ever list


On Wednesday March 31st, 2004, TheArtOfX (105) writes:
This poem is so.... real. It captures life, and encompasses it -- instead of trying to change it. It is just amazing.


On Saturday March 27th, 2004, Mistress Morbid (594) writes:
I like...but because Im not male, I dont see it quite the way you do. -Morb


On Sunday January 18th, 2004, stormtalk (909) writes:
I imagine this will have a torrent of comments in the near future... it's hard and honest and meaningful in its meaningless content.


On Sunday January 18th, 2004, suicideseason (2144) writes:
"'til tomorrow rains it away, another memory on a postcard- another frown of a stranger- another broken bottle under a streetlight..."wow...the imagery is magnificent.this is truly wonderful.~season


On Wednesday August 20th, 2003, nonhero_until_death (167) writes:
man this made me want to gather around a campfire, drinking coronas, smoking mad amounts of ganja and debating the extent of our understanding with my closest people. great poetry. :)


On Wednesday August 20th, 2003, Nomad (49) writes:
Great work... you've captured an elusive feeling without going overboard with the wordage. I really enjoyed it.


On Wednesday August 20th, 2003, King_Crazy_Dave (422) writes:
six is right this is amazing. i fucking love it. its something so..bittersweet. . truly a work of art my friend


On Wednesday August 20th, 2003, Six-Out (1823) writes:
HOLY SHIT! Ok man, this is favorited. I love it. So many feelings stuck in this page, so many little things that make life grand. Every detail relived, I love it.


On Wednesday August 20th, 2003, nell (328) writes:
hey this is good , you kind of put into words feelings that are almost indescribable. i likes;)



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