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Click hereas I sat there,
still stone drunk at
7 AM, watching
the automatons as they shuffled
on their merry ways
to their labs and morning classes,
and thinking that I was probably the craziest motherfucker
in all of Ann Arbor
and that was really saying something
because there were a lot of crazy motherfuckers in Ann Arbor.
Time
was like molasses then, an endless
slo-mo procession of hollow moments, each
emptier than the last.
But then
I became lost in the false picture show,
at one with each leaf and mindless buffoon,
and the decades flew by
like bullets, and now
I luxuriate in the beauty
of an icy sun
trying vainly to penetrate
yet another gray Michigan sky,
as I am
stuck in another traffic jam, just like
a red corpuscle bearing the last oxygen molecule
in a clogged artery.
So if there's a moral, it's that
maybe you don't need to
pull that trigger.
I thought I was the only one who ever heard of that. It was in Boston, January 15, 1919. 21 people were killed and 150 injured. 2.3 million gallons of the gooey stuff rushed through the town at a speed of 35 mph.
No comment on the poem, sorry, I did not get it either. There were some good lines as mentioned before, but of what use are good lines when the sum of the parts makes no sense?
~ maria ( couldn't sign in on my regular user name)
did u know that a long time ago, in NY, I think, a molasses tank broke and flooded the town and killed many people, it seems they could have outrun the so-called flood.
"like molasses" when used in connotation with anything slow is pure cliche. If that is the best u can do, smoke a blunt and chill, maybe something will cum to u
.....prose-like for me but, as GMM said, some nice lines.
Tess + 4
Great lines, but I couldn't transition to the last stanza with you because I didn't see how you got there with what preceded it.