Open Poetry #35 |
Chicago |
soul drifter Senior Member
since 2004-09-08
Posts 711Colorado |
Chicago Cold in Chicago warm wherever you are, I'm sure to go or not to go to Miami, to visit my uncle or to endure the worst winter I've ever seen January has frozen life inside a thermometer and stuck me in between your old Sinatra records and your Dear John letter My old ugly Buick refuses to resuscitate its last horrible breath fills the air so fish or cut bait my life of brittle despair and the heater has broken the night has left me choking on Marlboros and faded memories of you can you tell me where and can you tell me who but you won't tell me, no but I guess that's fair I know I'm an a**hole but I used to be a saint that should be making me feel better but it just ain't The way the steam curls out of manhole covers on 22nd street scares the daylights out of me when I'm sitting near my radiator at midnight, drinking and mumbling the Sinatra record is skipping your Dear John letter is ripping me apart clawing at the threads of my heart everyday and night streetlights feel like a fistfight mano a mano with my head at 3 AM and sleep comes like a freight train and goes away on a whim a wing and a prayer a bottle and me in my nocturnal lair just a hair away from sanity just a smile away from a tear you and I are ancient history and my realization of this is my greatest fear So don't say we're through the wind is so quiet my ears bleed don't say you knew all along, you knew this is how it had to be the sun is broken down the dawn ain't coming soon my carousel of chaos won't go 'round I'm tied helplessly to the moon so remember the sound of my name even if I don't consider the merit of my pain even though I know you won't A charred brick of evening falls on the streetlight I'm leaning against the wind to brace the colors of the city in my face think I'll walk to the diner 'cause that's all for me for now this street has never looked finer Oh Chicago, you're my kind of town "Poets are all who love, who feel great truths, and tell them; and the truth of truths is love." --Philip James Bailey |
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miscellanea Member Elite
since 2004-06-24
Posts 4060OH |
Chicago, You sure know how to set the mood! "Cold in Chicago warm wherever you are, I'm sure to go or not to go to Miami, to visit my uncle or to endure the worst winter I've ever seen January has frozen life inside a thermometer and stuck me in between your old Sinatra records and your Dear John letter" nice description miscee |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Nice...James |
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Bridget Shenachie Senior Member
since 2002-01-23
Posts 1056Kansas USA |
Excellent write of love gone south and being abandoned in the winter freeze of memories. Shenachie |
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