By Eric, thenuttman@aol.com
Date: 24 June 2000
Clockwork, Me (Part III)
it was the love that captured everyone
it was the hate that everyone captured
they were the dreams that everyone dreamt
they were the dreams that no one spoke of
they were the impure thoughts and motives
the hidden agendas
the pigs
the farmers
the cattle
the slaughter
it all adds up to heartache
it all adds up to heartache
you can feel the hairs on your neck begin to raise
as each word pours from every single page
you read so carefully and yet so lightly
afraid that to touch certain pages in the book with more than one finger
or perhaps the cover
and dim lights shine from a hallway
a bedroom still engulfed in masturbatory activities
simply leave it be, let the 'evil' lie
the book gets placed on the shelf, and they sleep, unaware of the thoughts
unaware of the ideas that they have given
it tastes like salt
and everyone stops
the sauce...it has too much salt
ohhhh...the sauce
the inner workings of any house on any block of any street in any town
in any neighborhood in any city of any state or province or nation
of any continent...
American Beauty is actually worldly beauty
"And Clockwork me needs wound tighter"
the novel begins again tonight...when the lights in the rest of the house silence from their humming and the feet stop making the floor creak
the city
the lights
the heights
the taxi cabs
it was the love that captured everyone
it was the hate that everyone captured
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