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Jaime Fradera
Senior Member

since 2000-11-25

Posts 843
Where no tyranny is tolerable

0 posted 2008-03-01 11:09 PM

It is evening.
I open the door to my room
only to find a bunch of strangers in there.
What are all those people doing in my room.
I imagine them going through or taking all my belongings.
I try to talk to them
but they ignore me.
Then I wonder if this is the right room.
I hear my roommate yelling, downstairs! downstairs!
I go downstairs where there seems to be some kind of party.
They are giving out food.
And I am very hungry.
but no one will tell me where it is,
or what it is.
I am ignored completely.
No one even talks to me,
as though I were invisible.
But it's okay.
I can walk several blocks down the road
and bet some hamburgers.

It is ten o'clock at night.
I am nervous having to go out alone at night,
but I have not eaten all day.
Then I find an unfamiliar curb cut,
a street that wasn't there before.
I pause and wait for traffic to pass.
Maybe I don't know where I am,
and maybe I better check ...
A girl offers to help me cross the street.
I tell her I'm trying to walk to what-a-burger.
She tries to lead me through thorn bushes.
The brambles catch and tare savagely
at my face, my clothes, my hair.
My stomach contracts violently,
producing a stabbing pain.
I decide she is a ding bat
and so I tell her again what I am looking for.
She says there is no what-a-burger there anymore,
that they have torn up and redone the whole block.
The old familiar bookstore,
the little market,
all the things I remember from the past,
they are all gone.
I try to tell her that I haven't eaten,
that I need to find a place to eat.
She says they might be selling soup
and do I want some soup?
Then she is gone.
I find a crowd of students on the sidewalk,
jibbering and laughing at just milling around.
and wonder what all the commotion is about?
Is it a soup line, or what?
But they will not talk to me,
as though I were invisible.
They won't tell me what is going on,
but only jibber and laugh among themselves.
And my stomach spasms painfully,
and I have not eaten all day;
and it is late at night;
and I don't know where I am ...

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Roniece Dawson-Bruce
Member Ascendant

since 2000-01-29

Posts 5689
Sydney, Australia

1 posted 2008-03-01 11:13 PM

I was mesmerised by your words Jaime... I hope you got back safely and that you managed to find some food! good writing here my friend... love RDB

Be kind at heart....for everyone you meet has their own battle to fight.........

Artic Wind
Member Rara Avis

since 2007-09-16

Posts 8080
Realm of Supernatural

2 posted 2008-03-01 11:15 PM

I agree with RDB!

ARCTIC WIND

Alison

Member Rara Avis

since 2008-01-27

Posts 9318
Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy!

3 posted 2008-03-02 02:32 AM

I wonder what kind of soup it was.

Jaime, your dreamy poems are mesmerizing. Thank you for sharing them.

Ali

simon
Member

since 2008-01-14

Posts 440
London, England

4 posted 2008-03-02 06:43 AM

I agree...

effjayel
Senior Member

since 2007-09-30

Posts 1474
At the Crossroads of Infinity

5 posted 2008-03-02 06:56 AM

Jaime

May be safer to send out for pizza, you might get hurt going into bushes with strange girls.....

I did enjoy it tho' John

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