post (old poem frm november)

[kitsch]

Walking down the dark damp sidewalk
at 4 a.m.
amid the withering plants and colored leaves
that float downward
riding the gusts of wind


Bathed in the shimmering, glaring streetlights
my face tinged green to red from time to time


With whiskey on my breath and cigarrette smoke in my soul,
breathing the chemical residue of dissapated exhaust and gasoline
listening to the rhythm of the soft roaring of distant cars
driving down lonley streets and the unsteady scuffle of my shoes
against the concrete

With nothing on my mind

Even as i walk past alleys with muffled shady figures
peering out of the darkness
sick-headed and angry

Hearing the bark of a dog on a chain attached to a tree

If it were another night,
i would half-draw
a metaphor
between that dog
and modern life.

If it were another night,
i would foreshadow
waking up starving
in an unknown place

If it were another night,
i would fight over anything
i would cry over nothing

If it were another night,
i would worry until my worries
were worrying about my worries

If it were another night,
i would piss on beauty

If it were another night,
i would fall in love

If it were another night,
i would regret cursing my mother

If it were another night,
i would see the interconnectedness of all things

If it were another night,
i would talk a knife into existance
and then carve a slice of my heart
for you
or him
or her
and then throw it at passersby

but not tonight

i feel at peace

[catharsis]

I enjoyed it.

The stanza about the dog was a little too plainly worded, but other than that, I enjoyed the use of imagery. Beat-esque.

[TojesDolan]

If it were another night,
i would half-draw
a metaphor
between that dog
and modern life.

damn good line son