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by laurafraser 

Posted: 30 September 2005
Word Count: 194

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all the living are dying
all the dying are living,

like the praying harlot whose hands drip with prune juice
as she whispers her clotted dreams with her cracked lips
trembling, because her fantasy sits near,
by the window where he stares outside
at the man with eyes like the ocean,
his laugh: melted chocolate on marshmallow,
thick, oozing, perhaps even wicked -
everybody wants it,
though few indulge.

all the dying are living
all the living are dying

when being alive becomes a pilgrimage to coffins
swathed in smoke and rot,
to a place where rats sit crouched, vomiting on summer dresses
as swollen bees stick their tongues into fickle pollen
determined to make it stay still,
but bits escape their darting pokes and drift to the
vacant swans with muddied wings, who glide across the tepid ponds,
whilst adults with acne kick loose pebbles
pus exploding from their painful pores,
as unblemished children run past
like snow on a battlefield
a child for a little while,
but only for a little while
because he must hurry, after all

all the living are dying
all the dying are dead.

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Ticonderoga at 15:51 on 30 September 2005  Report this post
I love this!!! Yummy, viscid, vibrant, squelchy, muscled and boned, smelly, tasty, cold-eyed and really rather magnifcent. The punch at the end is a superb way to finish. Brava, bravissima!!



lang-lad at 17:56 on 30 September 2005  Report this post
You have a doppelganger joining today I wonder? Look left and see the name.

I read (reed) and re-read (red) the last line, the whole thing, marvelling at your couplings, your images, your words ... masterful I thought. Novel sized arc in a dense surreal parade of image upon image and a pace that changes with every read through. wonderful.
Not exactly an analytical response but I'm not a poet or anyone who knows much about why a thing works. It does or it doesn't for humble me and this does.

The Walrus at 15:55 on 02 October 2005  Report this post
Endorse the above comments - stunning piece with its unique imagery - your trademark. Can't pretend to understand what it's about but it really hits the spot - shockingly sumptuous, macabre and decadent.

Love it.


laurafraser at 14:02 on 03 October 2005  Report this post

Thanks a lot, lovely words in your comment and thrilled that the poem inspired you to use them!



a doppleganger...? If you mean theother lorafraser is same person!
don think people have to respond analytically, do as you will and happy days as far as I am concerned and I feel yey! and ho lay! to read your words and would like to thank-you for typing them-pot or non-poet!



thanks once again for your lovely comments and I always like to read these 'trademark' comments of your they make me smile!

All the best and look forward to readig all of your work


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