I've been sitting in this carousel for 4 hours
Its intentionally dark in here
But the light still perches in my head
I see faces
but i cannot tell the way they look at me
i'm sure they study me
i have just risen up from kissing the floor
The puffy bartenter tells me to quit the scene
After being led to
i saunter off towards the exit
I smell of grapes,vinegar and disgrace
I never knew what that felt like
i guess i still don't
As i now waddle towards the door
bequeathing all strength to my legs
i lay my eyes upon this picture
that hangs till death on the wall
it shows tall gray structures that
headlift the pale skyline
At the bottom a watermark says
tokyo,1960
i decide at that very moment
i will go to tokyo
right away
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ReplyDeleteA nice poem. A personal narrative? Is it? If it is I would love to have been the bartender. Puffy or not.
ReplyDeletei like the blur here... it's sort of real... real in the sense that i can feel it...
ReplyDeletegreat work... the title is so clever!
thanku for stopping by
ReplyDeleteteacher it is almost all about the title in a way..isn't it...