Winter Sun

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oneiria
oneiria
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I remember
the coldness of the concrete bench
on the Diag

as 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.

oneiria
oneiria
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Mia MooreMia Mooreabout 13 years ago
LOL

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)

AnonymousAnonymousabout 13 years ago
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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

GuiltyPleasureGuiltyPleasureabout 13 years ago
A bit too.....

.....prose-like for me but, as GMM said, some nice lines.

Tess + 4

greenmountaineergreenmountaineerabout 13 years ago

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.