in so far as
the rain poured
from silent rooftops
into angry sewers
while sparks
from an abandoned cigarette
faded and died
at my feet.
“my son”
I muttered.
the rain poured
from silent rooftops
into angry sewers
while sparks
from an abandoned cigarette
faded and died
at my feet.
“my son”
I muttered.
from silent rooftops
into angry sewers
while sparks
from an abandoned cigarette
faded and died
at my feet.
“my son”
I muttered.
posted by extraspecialbitter at 12:47 PM
3 Comments:
thanx for the link. gave ya one back.
nice poetry. you do malaise eloquently and unpretentiously.
Love the use of the word 'muttered' - as if "my son" were spoken with insouciance and yet it seemed to matter so much more.
alcoholic poet - thank you for the kind reply and the link. malaise is my native language. all else is impertinent filler.
miao - thank you for the comments. an earlier draft rendered this line "my brother", but it lacked truth, hence my decision to speak to events both real and surreal, as all the shadows will confirm...
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