newark

okay, since the dark poetry seems to keep people reading, here is some more, yes yes another bad poem

what do you want I sell insurance for a living


Pink Misty Morning

A single crack, from across a sloping meadow
A long full second, after a lumbering free fall that ends with a thump
Silence rules, as dawn arrives from the blackness of night
The glow of a cigarette flickers as it lay in the crimson snow

About to be extinguished in the dampness
The thick air turns to a pulpy pink mist for an instant
Drifting and speckling the faces of three bearded sodomites,
Fresh from and evening of cleansing

From a prone position on a bank of light yellow snow
They gaze softly into the distance
Fear swallows their every timid breath
Knowing it might well be their last

Chaos reins and confusion takes control
A hasty escape, down the slopes, two men scurry
Already looking forward to the next day's first light
And the joy the sun will bring them - another Pink Misty Morning

Somewhere tonight a mother will wail
While yet others will rejoice
Knowing their daughters will be a little safer
All because of three pounds of pressure and a few cents of soft metal


I have a date tomorrow night and it is not with a girl with cute glasses, but still, a date is a date. I will also be at the show on the 19th at the knitting factory, thinking of having a party afterwards at my loft in Newark - any thoughts ?