OH THAT NEON NIGHT--a sorrowful soliloque by ~free Poem
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Feb 2011 257 Views 0 comments
OH THAT NEON NIGHT--a sorrowful soliloque by ~free
Author: Unknown
the night closed when the cafe did with all the secrets the barmaid hid there was the whisper of a woman's woe and me, a junkie with no place to go
two souls shunning he same shadow one mystery hidden in the mist and midst of misery two who sat upon opposite stools toasting the sunshine while fearing the moon an orb with the ferocity of fangs that grow fearsome as they devour the noon and regret is urged all too soon....... the neon wept for two souls lost upon whose hearts wsa embossed an emblem of empathy and sorrow summoned by sympathy until one weakens from weariness and following errant rainbows while wishing on a star too long dead a shine and shrine shrouded shamelessly in dread as the soul of sublimation summarily bled when time sped by with seconds spent in seclusion and consternation a constant conclusion while hours harbored in the hollow halls of hopelessness wherein horror speaks of its own adulation and betrayal is betrothed to beauty
she spilled some beer as I drew near as fear festered within my stare of stagnation and her self-righteous indignation she was the she i feared she would be and I, alas, was only me no match for such beauty, guile and glee since i was only being me
the barkeep was taken aback by her sea-green eyes as I was forsaken by starshine bleeding from the abdomen and a miserly moon which made madness seem minus its usual impact from her eyes.... wih a luminescent shade of green seldom seen in the seediness of a small cafe a cafe that gave way to neediness neglected and desire lost a battle that led to victimization rejected after laughter , libationn and languid conversation small talk that seemed rather big in a small cafe and incinerated an over rated fact that would otherwise force me to my kinetic knees beside a bar
a woman whom i would...... with blessed determination and clenched teeth , try to keep afar in a seedy bar a lady like her who lingers in a landscape of roses and retribution and athough i was simply me me knew to flee
the neon closed its eyes that night as i went left and she went right fortune's face was then revealed when i avidly avoided what a woman of woe could yield (c) 2011...~free cee!~
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Posted: Feb 2011
About this poem:
I HOPE PANAMA PETE AT 48th STREET AND BROADWAY IS STILL POURING SCREWDRIVERS FOR SOMEONE LIKE ME ORDERED TO ABANDON MANHATTAN, A CITY THAT STILL FLOWS THROUGH MY VEINS