he would hold the grim reaper
in brooklyn, on the steps of
the church.
the old man was a rat,
on holloween, shooters left
him to god.
an informer,
the elder,
a thouroughly resistible human being
a vicious animal.
god wanted the life of being born from a rat,
his cigar was a saint-
when two men found feinds
to confess and kill
for the animals.
a godless, bloody career.
human beings sleep in Brooklyn
four bodies full of murder,
dramatic , leaking information
to the dropout., connected to the vile.
the dinner that followed-
a beautiful victims ear
sitting in a festive atmosphere.
flying,
that ear was a big laugh.
he hit himself because a woman
was the only one he related life
and violence to.
he added-
“im so sorry”
emotional by questions
his long dead punches
a vicious animal,
a killer,
allowed himself a
expected , amazing tale.
feeling very guilty about
a close friend
he said to me-
“ive known you as long as it
could continue”
he did describe a Colombo war
last year to the grand jury-
telling his story voluntary
Author notes
this poem is comprised completly of a peice in the new york post friday october 19 2007. the article is about a mob hitman confessing his deeds in court
the words were there alredy i just put them to use
Please tell me what you think
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very interesting method.
dm -
I love your aproach, very creative. And the result was really interesting, especially the syntax. The way you worked in dialoge worked really well.
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thanks for your feedback
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i like it man, not as much as ur other work i must say, i think you are a much better writter with something from your direct life as your muse...never the less, as always, well done
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yeah this is an experimental sorta thing
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