He walks outside his apartment... [6:22]
He fixes his jacket; and buttons up his left pocket... [6:24]
He turns down Williams Street and slows down his pace... [6:34]
He lights up a cigar and throws the match on the ground... [6:41]
He puts the cigar out and puts the last half in his pocket... [6:59]
He goes into the bar... [7:13]
He comes out of the bar... [9:20]
He turns down Williams Street... [9:31]
I take my knife out of my pocket... [9:34]
I tap him on the back... [9:35]
He runs into my knife... [9:35]
He runs into my knife again... [9:36]
He runs... scratch that... I stab him... [9:36]
Over and over and over and over... [9:37]
Blood drips off of my knife and oozes onto the sidewalk... [9:39]
I walk away... [9:41]
The police get a call... [10:16]
The police arrive at his limp, dead body... [10:26]
I sit at home, sipping my coffee, smirking at the bloody knife on the floor for the sixth time this week.. [10:26]
Priceless.
A contest entry
- dark poems by speakno3vil.
308 points, ended December 9, 2007, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
this is weird for me
Comments
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Okay now this is very very well done, The imagery was just WOW! I love the format of this poem and how you say " He runs into my knife... [9:35]He runs into my knife again... [9:36]He runs... scratch that... I stab him... [9:36]" Very well done good luck in the contest!!
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Thanks!
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kodak moment. this is the first time i have seen a time frame in a poem like that, very original, i liked this one 2.
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cool. thanks. i thought EVERYONE would hate it.
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