Long may the terraces last
They may have their faults
But at least they are no longer at fault
Something gone long unsaid by yourself
With your witch-hazel smiles and coughs
That forever cast you as the 'bad-guy'
And the Lord is swimming in the river
Rimbaud is locked tight in his room
The virgin is at the alter
And Big Bones is up for a fight
Pissed-up and proclaiming loudly
He could take the fuckin' lot
Cut the wires to the flower incubators
Fend off the advances of the counter-weighters
Long may the terraces last
Because if they fail us now
As the heroes of the day say they will
Then false is right and night is day
A contest entry
- Its all about the comments by Hello...No.One.Home.
700 points, ended August 11, 2008, 27 entries
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Comments
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A wonderful write and I wish you all the best in the contest.
Rose
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'Then false is right and night is day' Very nice
Great poem and keep wrighting!
XkX
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