artist unknown
Last Night They Came And Took
canvasses manuscripts
typewriter paint box
dictionary, (oddly common words underlined or written in the margins.)
ash tray like a bulldog head
mouth still filled
Marlboro butts empty Norman Rockwell match books.
denim jacket faded
shoulder torn by a lawn mower,
pockets lined
loose tobacco lint
Goldsmiths Art Shop receipts
napkin from The Russian Lady
name of Bitkis written on the back
and a business card for chair canning.
four real silk Japanese prints.
two exactly the same posters of Deborah Harry.
sleeping bag he used for a bed.
chair he carved Africans into.
lamp he won at the carnival last year for getting two black targets with one shot.
they took
they took
they took.
and for me the one who loved him?
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Can you share some context? Irrespective of that, something about the poem grips me, disturbs me. Very effective.
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hi Donna, i don’t know that there is much context with this. wrote it in late 80’s. death, love, loneliness. what its like to be in love, loose that love and not be able or allowed to have any right to anything your beloved left behind….
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So harrowing. Thank you for sharing your personal experience. I’m sorry I was so nosey and hope I did not rekindle your pain.
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not at all Donna. i am well within my life. the work is published in order to be received by the reader. in this case yourself. and hopefully there is space in the piece(s) or the readers experience.
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Reblogged this on Pdlyons's Explorations.
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