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The Morningale Turns Into Night
The world stops still
inside you are filled.
It all smashes down
your crying eyes are forced around
the weeping sound
beneath the blow
beneath the uwanted frown
Staring at blurred skies
your confused
a large part of you just died
you melt into a state of bemused.
Unborn life
gets hacked out
by a dirty terminating
blunt apathetic knife.
Listen to the morningale
listen to him sing
watch the morningale turn into night
in mid plummeting flight
listen to the sound
of the falling ring
watch it bounce around
your ears can't believe the sound
your eyes dart around the ground
good god I hate it so much
the ungratefullness cuts so profound
It hurts to much
it burns to touch
forever a gullible past will hound
I kick you in the crutch
I say thankyou very much
I laugh out loud in false sound
I wish it woudnt hound
a future I did clutch
only for another bitch
to bring it all back around .
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Published 28th Dec 2009
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Anonymous
29th Dec 2009 3:56pm
Once again, your mix of baroque language and modern themes is deliriously entertaining. Only a true talent could use a word like 'bitch', and a line like 'I kick you in the crutch', and make it seem consistent with lush references to nightingales (genius, by the way, the idea of a nightingale being the counterpart of a so-called 'morningale'). I think the poem may have benefited from a first or third instead of a second person narrative, but that's just my private preference, and the style of narration hardly hinders this magnificent verse.
29th Dec 2009 4:06pm
Hey thanks Jack your words are greatly received as I again feel honoured by an exquisite poet as yourself :)
Anonymous
29th Dec 2009 4:20pm
Thanks Paul, and no problem, reading your work is always a delight:-)
