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Friday Night With A Drunk

"So there was this guy I once knew..."
The story began
Not too much unlike
Every other Friday night when I wasted my goddamned time
Listening to the blind old fuck speak about the many lives
He may or may not have actually lived.
Either way,
The stories were all the same
Tales of revenge and of accidental murder.
It's gotten so bad I'm expecting a "Good Evening."
Before each pointless monologue of carnage I'll never see.

I don't even know why I skip the days once more
Living only for this single instant where lucidity
and what, I pray, is reality collide.
Forsaking this existence of petty crime
For interest in a million other, less petty, crimes
Which may or may not have any validity
Not that it matters.

I stopped listening half an hour ago
Instead lighting my seventh smoke
Here's to hoping the tobacco is soothing
Though it never seems to anymore
Another angel forsaken to the frost
Of better days which spoke of promise,
Of the joys of youth and of fucking
With no thought behind the action.

"There's some light at the end"
At least you could have convinced me
Before you found your new room
Six feet below in a room fit for a king,
Yet as he rambles on and on
You're still dead as you've ever been.
It's been almost four years now
And I still hear your voice
Telling me what I shouldn't do
And I still ignore it
Some things never change.

Maybe I'll kill him before he finishes
Snap his fucking neck in half
I doubt anyone will even notice
But then where would I go next week?

Author notes

It's random, simple as that.

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  • rrw gold member
    July 7
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    Great!

    Well, a great rambling poem... random thoughts scattered across the page... that in a very human way makes total sense... Been watching Sin City over the weekend... your narrative has the dialogue feel of that Frank Miller masterpiece.
    Yeah, I too don't think you need the cap on each line and there are a few places where you could drop unneeded punctuation... Other than that... what a ride!

  • random but very cool. It got really great at the end. I think this is top notch, gives a ton of emotion and lets the reader into to this person's existence. Great job!

  • random but interesting.

  • I freaking love this poem! But something to think about: don't capitalize the beginning of every line. It detracts from the flow of the poem, and it's unnecessary. But if you prefer it this way, that's fine, too. It doesn't detract from the story whatsoever.