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I get that splendid quiver in my gut when I hear Lotte Lenya
sing mack the knife, or when I see the pyrotechnic splash
of a sunset. any sunset. anywhere.
every poem is a love poem. it’s the reason a man & a woman
were made, & why poetry fell to us from the gardens of
Babylon, to guide us on the broken trail from here to there.
sometimes I’m that writer who composes sordid lyrics,
because I’ve bathed in that sordidness as if it were rich
cream; other times I’m the knight in scar-spangled armor,
scorched by the fiery breath of imagined dragons, in a place
that’s not on any map so no one else can find it. but I know
it’s real, ‘cause I’ve been there.
I’ve stumbled around in the dark, got lost in another joker’s
dream. slept with women who thought they were sleeping with
someone else, someone who could love them the way they loved.
when we crawled out from under the sheets & they saw that the
brown in my eyes was a sepia shade of lies, I was on the next
bus outa town, with a duffle bag full of fading polaroids & a
heart the color of sorrow.
the diner next door to the Starlite motel serves coffee in the
proper measures of darkness & bitterness. a Spanish omelette
makes it the perfect substitute for love.
in my solitude I pretend that the silence is a pretty companion,
as I watch the sparks rising from the fire of my madness,
waiting to be stars…
(Art: Megan Roodenrys)
Published 20th Dec 2015
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20th Dec 2015 8:14pm
20th Dec 2015 8:51pm
20th Dec 2015 9:33pm
Wow John
"sometimes I’m that writer who composes sordid lyrics,
because I’ve bathed in that sordidness as if it were rich
cream; other times I’m the knight in scar-spangled armor,
scorched by the fiery breath of imagined dragons, in a place
that’s not on any map so no one else can find it. but I know
it’s real, ‘cause I’ve been there. "
Just about sums me up man. Jesus, but you have a wonderful talent man. .Favs for me John.
"sometimes I’m that writer who composes sordid lyrics,
because I’ve bathed in that sordidness as if it were rich
cream; other times I’m the knight in scar-spangled armor,
scorched by the fiery breath of imagined dragons, in a place
that’s not on any map so no one else can find it. but I know
it’s real, ‘cause I’ve been there. "
Just about sums me up man. Jesus, but you have a wonderful talent man. .Favs for me John.
Anonymous
20th Dec 2015 11:57pm
"I’ve stumbled around in the dark, got lost in another joker’s
dream. slept with women who thought they were sleeping with
someone else, someone who could love them the way they loved. "
Eradicated, eh?
Ha!
dream. slept with women who thought they were sleeping with
someone else, someone who could love them the way they loved. "
Eradicated, eh?
Ha!
Anonymous
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Anonymous
21st Dec 2015 5:12pm
oh wow John, what an epical journey of a writer, a poet, a man living life with every shade of truth under the sun.
21st Dec 2015 6:44pm
The stars will blink to life in the sky for the wanderer to follow. A wonderful poem Mr F. Sorrowful and stunning.
21st Dec 2015 9:46pm
I think this is one of my favorites of yours. There's so many great lines here.
Mack the Knife was the No. 1 song on the charts the year I was born. I always hated that.Felt it should've been something more inspiring or romantic.
But I love this poem.
Mack the Knife was the No. 1 song on the charts the year I was born. I always hated that.Felt it should've been something more inspiring or romantic.
But I love this poem.
22nd Dec 2015 8:24am
25th Dec 2015 7:28am
Silence is a pretty companion... though I have been conditioned to her muted tongue. Deeply feeling the sparks forming stars from your madness.. An exquisite madness, indeed. -blue angel
26th Dec 2015 8:21pm
