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Tuesday, October 7, 2003


Freestyleness.
The current mood of dilapoid at www.imood.com
Mood: Refreshed
Music: Metallica-One


in the rusty swings
where children laugh
like nothing is under their beds
it all rests
dead

when the leaves fall. when the leaves leave.
when a child, fallen, falls to his knees.
there stands me helping him to his knees.
and just to think of what was. and what is.
realize the way my hands feel too big on me.
or that this will never be me
again.

each year
pumpkins come
and children haggle
into suits of what they might become
wearing it proudly and with care.
and i no longer will be there.
i will wear a pigskin that is full of hair
that will slowly grey in the seasons' rain
and snow. and hail. and the endless fails.
until one day i will stand by another child
that will smile to me like wind in the trees
saying please.

the leaves are falling one by one
and growing dead in the sun
and moon. everytime i touch one
with my hands it feels like nothing.
it scrunches in my hands. scrunches on my cleats like a lost dream.

the children laugh and play in leaves
that scatter them
until they are covered in make believe.
and they throw them in the air
in a scatter of hands
and i am left
to just stand by their sides
as they play.

every year this time comes around
when scarecrows are in my head
and spiders are able to crawl
on what the scarecrow's made dead.
i am left to the machine's deed.
left to suffering as the children
swing on their rusty swings.



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