- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Last Man
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Standing with my hands in my pocket
outside of Hooper's luncheonette
fumbling for the matches
for my remaining cigarette
Ole man Hooper's got bone cancer
I feel sorry for him
his brother owes the funeral home
Well at least he knows he'll get
nice burial, nice tombstone
and where the fuck's the Penguin been
haven't seen him around
he owes me money, man
hope, I don't have to hunt him down
Oh, yeah
and it starts rainin', a sputtering sort of rain
don't know why it even bothers round here
nothin ever washes away
air never becomes clear
Well,
here comes the Penguin now, water rolls off of him
a smile with tales of sorrow
great, at least I will get, half of what he owes me
and promises, tomorrow
Shit,
I’ll see his greasy ass
curled up in the gutter someday
the rain won’t wash him away
Oh, happy day!
the sun comes out with angled shadows
of nothing at all, and silence
and echoes of emptiness
And
I feel like the last man alive
staring off into the sunset
with a handful of memories
all of which, I'd rather forget
- COMMENTS
Bill Dadaover 16 years ago"I’ll see his greasy ass
curled up in the gutter someday
the rain won’t wash him away"
Really good, but I think it would be better if quit holding back and said what you really mean.
Anonymousalmost 19 years agoalways so impressed with your ability to create worlds that did not exist before... you are a true story teller... thanks for putting this on your sig line, this one slipped by me!
~anna
Anonymousover 19 years agoanonymous is bad, I had an unknown call just yesterday, he said, hey baby ( in a deep deep voice), are ya nekkid ( he sounded like the devil, with a slight yankee accent)? well, are ya? he hung up before I could tell him..yes, yes, oh baby, YESI AM!! whats it to ya, huh? ;)
this is cute, sarcastic, as I said in the thread, keep em comin, I like your style,
maria
LilDarlinover 19 years agoGreat poem .."the sun comes out with angled shadows"..Great line..You do know your imagery..The flow is great. Makes me want more of the Last Man.. Wonderful poem.. Keep them coming..
My Erotic Taleover 19 years agoa rising star I see here,
witty name and twisting tale poem~
keep them coming~
