Late Night with Death-Repost from open 8 for Holloween

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Open Poetry #10

Late Night with Death-Repost from open 8 for Holloween

Michael G
Senior Member

since 2000-06-25

Posts 579
Nashville

0 posted 2000-10-06 11:46 AM

So, here we are,
Two figures of similar dress
He being slightly taller
And with graceful manners
Telling me about his pain.
Christ, I hate when he drinks.
The night air should have chilled
But the company was colder
Not, mind you, do to anything
He could have done, no
Its just his nature.
No, I don't pity him.
He looks me in the eyes
Stares at me a moment, saying
Things that are nonsense to me
Yet make a certain amount of truth.
The order of this world.
The life we lead when compared to ants.
Again, he attempts focus
Smiles feebly, I know whats next.
Yes, I'll help you once again,
I seem to be made for this job
Though not proud, and at that
We're off for our nightly collection
Of souls having left hearts,
Just me, and drunk Death.

Marina
Member Elite

since 2000-02-10

Posts 2245
Pickering, Ontario

1 posted 2000-10-06 01:08 PM

Cool poem Michael!! I remember this one. I liked it then and I am glad to see it back......

Marina

It is a blessing to have wings for words, and passion in pen
Marina Crossley

Poet deVine

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Member Seraphic

since 1999-05-26

Posts 22612
Hurricane Alley

2 posted 2000-10-06 08:02 PM

This is a great read! Thank you! (let's hope death is too drunk to see us this year!)

Janet Marie
Member Laureate

since 2000-01-22

Posts 18554

3 posted 2000-10-06 08:52 PM

He looks me in the eyes
Stares at me a moment, saying
Things that are nonsense to me
Yet make a certain amount of truth.
The order of this world.
The life we lead when compared to ants.
Again, he attempts focus
Smiles feebly, I know whats next.
Yes, I'll help you once again,
I seem to be made for this job
Though not proud, and at that
We're off for our nightly collection
Of souls having left hearts,
Just me, and drunk Death.
================

yep...I remember this one too..
spine tingling...
me thinks ya need to go home earlier next time

how ya doing me sweet???
later-scare-me-gator
me

Martinque
Member

since 2000-05-17

Posts 69

4 posted 2000-10-06 10:37 PM

Well this is the first time I have read this, but I love it! You have such a wonderful unique style.

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