Tuesday 16 October 2012

PARTY, PART 10



so, party; despite the odds i did arrive
in a numb bag of ignored stress
buried
deep
to
make
DIAMONDS!

and
i did arrive
and
i did arrive
and
the first thing i see is HER
was HER
profile of big hair like some sea creature
long nose of ideas
her smile twists for another man

and
i had to hide/piss out the big whiskeys
of the afternoon
and let the
street sweat dry off
with the rain drops/clings dirty to my skin
forehead
livid 
with
the mark of cain; the big red canyon groove
where i’d dragged a torn crushed beer can across my head

that
drunk garden
yesterday
seems
such a
long science ago

(and digression and Midnight Run make this pome an unintentional epic; an ode to DODGING)




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