billy, is that you how are you
it's been a while yeah
think you can give me some
sure like the old days
when you were my number one
remember how you used to give me
ten, twelve fourteen at a time
wow just thinking about it
sixteen, seventeen those were good times
right i hear you
how about four or five
i could really use about four right now
no how about one or two
one billy one
for old times come on
i remember you gave me twenty
one time remember that
yeah
you're right things aren't what
they used to be that's true
time goes by but some things
don't change what, like desperation
i'm desperate i'm begging you
just one can't you give me just one
i see yeah
all right all right
i understand
so long, billy it was great
talking to you again
later
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4 comments:
how masterly everything is reduced through abstraction... both in the images and in the words... giving a philosophical nature to this poem... the core is desperation...
we have suffering in life... induced by craving... and this happens in different levels... and on various situations...
timmy... you can take ordinary situations... and extract the principal questions of life from them... and the way you do this is so unique and creative...
namaste!
I love the " any situation/any interaction " possibilities ( and ambiguities ) of this piece.
turmoil and hope and despair all intertwined and conveyed so effectively.
Too true, timmy, too true.
"You can say that again," says Little Echo.
Too true, timmy, too true.
It's the Season of Giving.
Right.
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