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For an hour or two

And tomorrow became yesterday,

But it’s ok, it’s not the first time I die.

 

 

All the brains that I have just add up to nothing,

a shapeless question mark painted with some dust specks

during the worse tempest that I have ever seen,

thus forging the totem of my own foolishness.

 

Let me just be myself, for a moment or two.

 

One table between us, fifty pounds of hardwood;

the final obstacle to this extended race.

My heart and nose are stuffed but I still smell the food;

that meal was cooked by us yet served to someone else…

 

I’d order if I could a glass of wine or two.

 

Sweet kruška before me, green bottle teaching us,

Talking ’bout life lessons, setting the perfect mood.

Some of that, lot of this, nothing we can’t discuss,

I must not be bothered for I am where I should.

 

Completing a puzzle made of one piece or two.

 

You can all go to hell, you judgmental goonies

or heaven if you want, why would you think I’d care

I don’t want nor your help or your understanding,

love and appreciation are handed in fair share.

 

To feel complete I need, one tender smile or two.

 

She came to me, she did, “how” is not important;

Be it in a taxi, or a magic carpet.

My phone put on sleep mode, don’t issue a warrant;

I got me dosed again, dope from the love market.

 

And after that I’m fixed, for an hour or two

 

Be the best I can be out of her volition,

If you name this concept, whisper it with your heart

It surely isn’t much of a definition

Broken relationship, fixed with some counterpart.

 

Made my mind in no more than a second or two.

 

The asking price ain’t cheap, but believe me I’ll pay

For you’re worth any trip, the best fix of them all;

The aftermath strikes hard, harder every new day,

there are now between us twenty thousand tables.

 

 

And tomorrow became yesterday, 

But it’s ok, it’s not the first time I die.

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10 Comments

  1. I appreciate your style. Their are a lot of sharp lines in here I can really relate to. This is clean structured and full of real emotional content which is quite an accomplishment my friend I can see the effort you put forth as a writer here, keep it up!

    • Your comment is highly appreciated. Everything I write, I write with my guts and it means the world if it’s relatable. You’re right on the effort to structure, thanks for noticing. I’m looking forward to read your work. Santé!

  2. “And tomorrow became yesterday,

    But it’s ok, it’s not the first time I die.”

    This opening left an imprint on me, right from the jump.

    Awesome!

  3. NB NB

    you’re always setting the perfect mood with your poems.. & you’re also the master of describing all the twists in human relationships of any kind.. talking about twists, seems you did it again:

    “You can all go to hell, you judgmental goonies
    or heaven if you want, why would you think I’d care”

    wish I thought of that, but I think that’s your exclusive trait.. oh, & sweet kruška makes it a lot better, that’s for sure 🙂

    wait, were you the one telling me about setting the bar SO high? 😉

    • Emulation my friend, emulation. Thank you for that kindness and I knew kruška would not go unnoticed! Let’s go back to it!

  4. This is a very interesting read. Kid of like watching a soap opera. Enjoyed it. Thanks for sharing.

  5. I have read this so many times now, it is absolutely remarkable. I love the repetition of the title of the poem. I’m also enjoying how a lot of it seems like conversation, amazing work, well done!

    • I’m humbled by your comment. thank you very much for taking the time, it matters.

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