on reading Hemingway's the garden of eden
Posted: 31 Jul 2012, 01:17
"The bull wasn't doing anyone any harm and now we've tracked him to where he came to see his dead friend and now were going to kill him."-ernest hemingway
I was abandoned in the heat
owing a cab driver 22 bucks for a fare he said would only cost 7
no one helped me
they would not part with the few dollars I needed
to keep me from having to deal with the police
all anyone did
was make me beg in the streets
with all dignity missing in my sweat covered shirt
when I started reading more of the garden of eden the next day
I thought all sadness was driven deep inside of my lungs
and all that was left of me was a cool, numb mass of human flesh
in the not too distant past,
I would have shared the black water
that quickly filled my every bone
after reading the passage
but the excerpt was too holy
too exploding in decay
too filled with the drizzle of dreamlike melancholy
to share with you
I found you inside
curled up in a ball of your own wallowing satisfaction
reading something you had written to God about your pain
although nothing had really happened to you in the last 24 hours
and I thought,
that's the difference between her and I
though I was just taken to the tracks of complete desolation
I could still feel for a couple of elephants in africa that lived over 90 years ago
while she only stares at her little tears and her pride
in that disgusting mirror
of the self
link to my website where you can purchase a copy of my first collection of poems lapping water-http://lappingwater.weebly.com/
I was abandoned in the heat
owing a cab driver 22 bucks for a fare he said would only cost 7
no one helped me
they would not part with the few dollars I needed
to keep me from having to deal with the police
all anyone did
was make me beg in the streets
with all dignity missing in my sweat covered shirt
when I started reading more of the garden of eden the next day
I thought all sadness was driven deep inside of my lungs
and all that was left of me was a cool, numb mass of human flesh
in the not too distant past,
I would have shared the black water
that quickly filled my every bone
after reading the passage
but the excerpt was too holy
too exploding in decay
too filled with the drizzle of dreamlike melancholy
to share with you
I found you inside
curled up in a ball of your own wallowing satisfaction
reading something you had written to God about your pain
although nothing had really happened to you in the last 24 hours
and I thought,
that's the difference between her and I
though I was just taken to the tracks of complete desolation
I could still feel for a couple of elephants in africa that lived over 90 years ago
while she only stares at her little tears and her pride
in that disgusting mirror
of the self
link to my website where you can purchase a copy of my first collection of poems lapping water-http://lappingwater.weebly.com/