Long Lost Friends
I didn’t make the bed.
I meant to take the dog for a walk.
I forgot to take the garbage out.
When I went to the store to buy some milk
and bread I ended up spending
all my money on lottery tickets.
I was late for work again and they promptly
fired me.
Years went by and I forgot everyone’s birthday.
I couldn’t afford to pay the rent so out the door I went.
I found a new world living below the surface.
I lost my dog.
As I walked the sunken streets at night
I came to realize not even death wanted me.
november two thousand thirteen
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Aw, that’s really sad…some people just aren’t cut out for this world. Thoughtful writing, John
Yes, a bit of a downer, Louise. Thank you for your thoughts. jw
The last line killed me. An image comes to mind: http://en.aros.dk/visit-aros/exhibitions/2012-(1)/edvard-munch-angst-anxiety/
The first painting, especially.
Wow – that’s really cool – the association is definitely there. I was trying to emulate (and perhaps poorly) one of bukowski’s styles. Thanks so much for sharing the link and connection to it. Good stuff!
I came to realize not even death wanted me.
Damn, that is powerful.
Thanks again, Melanie.