 it happened in new orleans or maybe it was bogota in a dark alley or at carnival at high noon i was dead drunk or cold sober this guy came at me with a knife or maybe it was a .357 he was my best friend or a complete stranger i picked up a whiskey people or a jug of wine i broke it on the table or i took a drink everybody screamed or nobody noticed a thing time stood still or hurtled forward the police arrived with screaming sirens or complete silence reigned i ran down an alley or i surrendered peacefully i was sentenced to devils island or escaped to australia i discovered a diamond mine or joined the spanish foreign legion i found the love of a good woman or started smoking opium my best friend and my wife are laughing at me in las vegas or mouldering in their graves i lived happily ever after or died like a dog in the gutter |
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
this guy came at me with a knife
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Excelent poem, you where really inspired writting this one. It made me think that when strong or/and important things happen in your life, most of the things you use to care about became irrelevant, you just do not care anymore neither distinguish between one thing or the other.
marvelous existential juxtaposes; this worked well for me as a rhythm and a though-provoking reflection
the line "i was dead drunk" reminded me of this site... you been here yet?
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