Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Poem of the day 02.12.08

the last time i cried

we were in a bar on elmwood avenue
& i was drunk.
it was the middle of the afternoon,
on a sunday, in the summer;
august, i think.
you were talking about bukowski
or kerouac, & how their women
could never be in the great writers’ club,
& i just couldn’t help myself.
i don’t know what started it,
hank’s vanishing self, or jack’s
blood-drunk death
but the tears hit me solid &
i couldn’t stop
not for the frat boys watching baseball at the bar
or for the bartender in tight jeans with a grooved cameltoe
not for the diners and their pleasant meals
or the people hand in hand on the street
not even for you.
i was no good to anyone &
dear i really think something changed
for me that day, some kind of loss set in,
the kind we always just mused about,
& has left me hollow ever since.
because lately i’ve been so lonely,
i just dont know how to say it, except
to write this poem & tell you this:
i’m really sorry i got drunk & cried
on such a nice day.

1 comment:

  1. I like what I've seen here so far, so I figured it was worth going back in time a bit.

    I really like this poem. Your first post?

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