Inspired by Pearl Jam's "Alone"
On the stairs between first and second floors
she stops a breath between past and future.
She resumes after the pause consciously
thinking of this evening's dinner menu.
Within a prepared guest room she removes
his items from a labeled container.
She burns the contents and places remains
in a tray next to cigarette lighters.
Smoke in her eyes causes isolated tears.
Tired, she covers her face with her hands.
She revisits years of wrestled regrets
as stray grey hair brushes her next gold ring.
Pictures circa 1963 burn
with an official note of condolence.
that's beautiful maria.. the imagery is so very real.
Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
Here's mine...no one ever replied to it...during my Bukwoski phase...glad that's over.
"2:57 AM poem"
In the vein of Bukowski
well, I've rolled another cigarette
and drunk beyond remorse
time to sit on the back balcony
and think about the snow
falling down
like me
on yet another weekend
failure to step up
and say,
"hey, do you want to?"
God,
it's been so long
and so many nights
I've listened to the voice I need to hear
but never my own
and the screams that lie within
time to smoke that cig
time to rip that butt
the cancer that will eat away
the promise you hold now
for what?
shit
time to go out back and figure it out
before it's too late
Comments
that's beautiful maria.. the imagery is so very real.
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
"2:57 AM poem"
In the vein of Bukowski
well, I've rolled another cigarette
and drunk beyond remorse
time to sit on the back balcony
and think about the snow
falling down
like me
on yet another weekend
failure to step up
and say,
"hey, do you want to?"
God,
it's been so long
and so many nights
I've listened to the voice I need to hear
but never my own
and the screams that lie within
time to smoke that cig
time to rip that butt
the cancer that will eat away
the promise you hold now
for what?
shit
time to go out back and figure it out
before it's too late
or is it?
there's still time...
yeah, right.