Sitting on a stoop in the rain

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Open Poetry #39

Sitting on a stoop in the rain

themute
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since 2006-05-08

Posts 469
Maryland

0 posted 2006-12-22 01:12 PM

It’s noon and I haven’t eaten yet,
But stomachs are stupid as hell so I don’t care if I’m hungry.
Sitting on a stoop in the rain, I’m waiting for a friend
(He wasn’t late, he wasn’t too far away, and I wasn’t waiting.
Cold ice was falling on my head and melting—an annoying trickle from above.
But the noises of the winter bells of the airs will to blow was soothing.
As soon as the tepidity calmed down I was going to get drunk,
And get to nowhere, where the sounds of the radio are loud
And the sound of clamorous jabbering is louder.
Looking up I think: is this the summers-eve of tomorrow,
Or the winters-eve of today?
All alive, and all too cold to move;
Where golden suns are forgotten, but not lost.
Either way, I whish Matt was here now, so I could buy
Naked Lunch for Caitlin.

passing shadows
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since 1999-08-26

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1 posted 2006-12-22 03:22 PM

I liked this...something about it I can't quite pinpoint

trutodaraiders
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since 2006-12-02

Posts 820
CA

2 posted 2006-12-22 03:42 PM

Hey thats a great movie even though it's a little old 91. Nevertheless David Cronerburg is a great writer...Nice snapshot of your thoughts..

themute
Member

since 2006-05-08

Posts 469
Maryland

3 posted 2006-12-22 03:53 PM

yeah, i intend to buy the book, but my friend still hasnt shown up, i have reason to believe that both of them are secretly haning out, behind my back. i wanna kill him, and scold her.

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