words and bonds

Thursday, May 11, 2006

making friends

an acquaintances birthday was a
chance to get to know some people
an attempt at being a social person once more

shy and outgoing
dud and life of the party

went to the bar after watching a
john wayne special
walking like
the duke

missed the people
talked to gay foreigners over drinks
rockabilly open mic

left for the place where one person knows my name

dollar beers and pool with queers

this one was
kissing me while
losing the game for us


time to leave i saw
managed to find the birthday crew

some too drunk to recognize me

perhaps they dont know me anyway


hulloo hullay
invited to a house for refreshments

then the night
shatters like bottles
memory scattered on black pavement


in a parking lot
shirtless violent person
protect the weak woman his noble cause

called me a

mother fucker pervert creep

(all relative terms)

called the cops
threw me to the gravel

tore my shirt

i walked away without offering resistance


the night was humid
the walk home, like earlier -

dim street lamps set a

glow
out and around the trees
wet reflection of vapors

feeling mistreated, i gave
the finger

to an empty town

until my arm became sore

then walked

cut

bruised

denim jacket

low brow

to the end of the street

stood on the corner


4 police cars

"whats the matter, sir"
- i feel upset and have been wronged, sir

"do we have a problem here"

- i could have gone home but decided to stand here.

"what has happened"

- nothing that can be changed. i am going home

"see that you do"

i do not fight when provoked

i do not cringe when fondled

i do not argue with police


i have a headache
my ass hurts

i find new cuts here and there


i may stay home tonight

3 Comments:

At 5:45 PM, Blogger ellis&lauren said...

is this true? did this happen to you?

 
At 5:42 PM, Blogger ellis&lauren said...

why was he protecting the "weak woman"?
noble cause...he must be unsure, insecure with himself, his actions?

the "nothing can be changed" part in the dialogue with the cops is strange...eerie in that you feel so hopeless. when my urge- when ive been wronged- would be to explain myself, get the story right, and eventually would want to retaliate.

whether or not thats how you felt- like nothing can be changed and now youll stay at home- it makes the poem!

kind of prose, no?
(i dont really know the difference bcus really poetry can be anything)
>?>?>???

 
At 7:36 PM, Blogger ellis&lauren said...

the whole 'weak woman', 'noble cause' thing was my perception of his view of himself and the situation. the way he was presenting himself. the whole episode was strange. i hardly said anything to the guy; mostly looked at him. my only retaliation was the 'finger to an empty town' part, which was enough to satisfy me.

and yes, poetry can be anything. the twentieth century destroyed the neccesity of traditional form in literature art and music, among other things. so where do we go from here? the great thing about such things is that the possibility for discussion is endless. all questions will never be answered, there will always something new and surprising. there is much to look forward to

 

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