Thursday, June 30, 2011
Art Intimidating Life: The Ruins of My Mental Empire - Part Thirty-Nine
silence makes
memories scream
plane trip to the city
we are merely lights
to one another
thirty hour trip
rationing out my chewing gum
must get home somehow
irish pub, sydney australia
bad music - empty chairs and tables
i buy another beer
two food stands
one busy, the other
hopeful and sad
i hate this song
i hate this pub
one more beer, after this one
i love her
i love myself
saturday night in a bar
standing on the street corner
everything is fucked
my reflection on the parked car
drinking water from the bathroom sink
this cheap hotel room
and my six-pack of beer
the city at dusk
illuminated
by rattling trains and trams
so many people
with things to do
- I watch them
the autumn leaves,
in the front yard
like sunburnt vomit
a familiar stranger
sits next to me
- we smile and nod
stop for a beer
after work -
she's waiting for me
the writer's pen
inks his jacket -
like a smudged tattoo
the city at dusk,
so many buildings -
what are they doing?
cold at the bar, all day!
i look left and right,
and put on my beanie
inner city tree -
you've lived such
a cosmopolitan life
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