|Posted Wed Dec 10th, 2008 4:54am Post subject: My work
I'v been compiling a few poems, stories and such, thought you might like a peeky.
one of my earler works,
from my trip to new york.
Friday Night Lights.
The bow legged rich stumble blissfully,
(under the influence of an advertisement of ignorance and intoxication)
Laughing loudly and proud,
(I can almost hear the air exit their head through every orifice)
I sit quietly, alone on a bench,
as she stumbles past,
with, "mommy's little angel" as she so stated, 's head exiting a $900 bag,
Here I sit alone on a bench,
2 nights in,
20 minutes out.
|Posted Wed Jan 7th, 2009 12:43am Post subject: My work
I'm trying to imagine what type of person is sitting on the bench. You (or whoever you happens to be) could be a transient, an old person who passes his or her time in that spot, a person who was once the type of person he sees passing by him now.
I'm glad you left it open to interpretation.
I just joined the forum a few days ago and now have a chance to view everyone's writing. I found some quite good stuff thus far.