Sunday, January 5

Manage the Night



Manage the night
with its oils spilled allover the ground
fragrances of motor and lust rise up and meet the sky
the pavement's uneven and grabs at her heel
a cackle's released as she grabs at your hair
the silence of this street is deafening
the honks and calls blend to make a wall
as tall and straight as her former posture
remember when she was sober and beautiful?
remember when you couldn't tell her the truth?
a bottle of Cabernet served with steak
couldn't cut to core of what needed to be said
and now we saunter down this alley
three streets away from reality
and the night wastes away

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13 comments:

  1. The silence of the street is deafening..I can feel
    the sadness..

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  2. It's a pity! Something good could have happened and saved the day. Well crafted Charleen!

    Hank

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  3. i could hear that cackle :)... and i like the ending...

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  4. those fleeting moments of missed opportunities... I get a feeling of life being wasted waiting.

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  5. Ingeniously inventive; well done.

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  6. Life in the big city described in a walk down a cobbled street. Excellent. The feeling and atmosphere comes through.

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  7. Thoughtful, interesting images, memory returned the past...

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  8. Manage the night with its oil spills and lust...some nights it is harder than others...you have captured the feel of the image so well.

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  9. Delicious. Best lines: "remember when she was sober and beautiful?
    remember when you couldn't tell her the truth?"

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  10. You have pulled me in, so vivid.

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  11. Three streets from reality ... an amazing write! Amazing.

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  12. Works really weel for me! 'fragrances of motor and lust'....a killer line!

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