Friday, July 30, 2010

just one






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





4 comments:

human being said...
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human being said...

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!

Harlequin said...

I love the " any situation/any interaction " possibilities ( and ambiguities ) of this piece.

turmoil and hope and despair all intertwined and conveyed so effectively.

TC said...

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.