band plays another country song,
though rock and roll you’d rather hear,
waitress stops to sing along,
delays delivery of beer,
to thirsty patrons in the back,
bob and billy, pete and jack,
who voice frustration vulgar, loud,
above the din of raucous crowd.
pool balls crack from other room,
bets are placed,
drinks are chased,
mix of smoke, and cheap perfume.
another week has spit you out,
your feet are dead,
your weary head,
no longer cares what it’s about.
the blonde girl way across the bar,
underneath the neon sign,
is just a little bit too far,
from anything defined as fine.
a wink and smile,
she throws your way,
she’s not your style
in light of day,
but this is friday night, you know,
and you’ve got nowhere else to go.
You sure do move around a lot rainey.
Pittsburgh huh?
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well, where am i really liquidangel?
just words on your computer screen i reckon…
Sorry rainey, I was suggesting something else…what I meant was that this poem has that feel to it of someone who moves around a lot. I know you are not just words on my computer screen, there is no way that any of your expression is just words on my computer screen…no, no way. The subject of your poems are often a little too close (for comfort) for me, sometimes I feel as though you know me very well.
And this brings to mind that I have had another dream about one of you…I think I need to go on holiday…I’m thinking Berlin for a week or so, I have an artist friend there who’s been raving about the music scene and the graffiti, I would like to see it… sometimes it’s best to move around a little…
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well sometimes poetry can be a mirror I guess. it’s gratifying to know my words resonate with you.
yes, it’s a big world. one needs to move around a bit…experience some of what it has to offer.
but…graffiti?
Damnit! Graffit is art! And in Berlin I’m told that there are different ‘gangs’ of ‘street’ artists (people who do it as their life work)…aparently Berlin is filled with life size images and over sized images and political statements… I wanna see it.
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then you must go to Berlin liquidangel.
you must see the grafitti.
do you have a camera? perhaps when you come back you can post some pics here of the grafitti. probably i am guessing there may even be a poem or two to be uncovered there.
Ah, now you speak my language, I’m never far from my camera rainey, much closer to my visual artist than my poet rainey. But one never knows.
Now look what I’ve done to your thread.
Sorry.
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