back in the alley
he is bleeding.
down in the gutter
she is screaming.
and somehow the two
will find each other.
give up the drugs,
give up the money.
they all will burn
in the middle of
the street. so high
off a building, a
shout, a call. twist
a tryst between
the accountant and his
CEO's wife. that
woman is a retired
porn star, living out
the rest of her days
in the bar down the street.
and that man there
was going to marry
the presidents daughter
but he was caught with
cocaine, in bed with
the CEO's wife.
A contest entry
- behind the city by flight.
900 points, ended February 11, 2008, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Oh my god.
What simple and harsh reality you have constructed much like the cities themselves--cold, hard, and so bitterly alive and just there.
This was an amazing write, truly.
I really loved this part:
'twist
a tryst between
the accountant and his
CEO's wife. that
woman is a retired
porn star, living out
the rest of her days
in the bar down the street.'
I don't know why... I think it's just because it is so realistic and today. The modern people would rather ignore and forget they've ever seen. I wish you the best of luck in this contest.
Even though it doesn't look like you'll need it!
Keep writing, because I think you've got something.
--Ross
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