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Last Night , today & tomorrow.

by John G.Hall 

Posted: 12 October 2003
Word Count: 431
Summary: Time passing


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Last Night , today & tomorrow.

Last night I drank to one too many pretty women.
Last night I fed on a feast of friends.
This morning my mind is filled with lip-stick
and my memory is fat from remembering,
that the world can be piss stained and glorious
at the same time as the kind earth's head
be black-bagged and hung with hempen rope
like a black American found guilty of being poor.
Last night I kicked a door down to get to you.
Last night I picked you up so easily.
This morning you stink my room out,
an editors corpse drunk dry and returned,
the words downed by one shot.
Where can a poet go now but out into the streets?
Petrol bomb poured, zip lighter cocked
flame flickering, the wick cool and blue
like the soul inside a burning monk.

Today you poured out one too few drinks.
Today you starved on a famine of loves.
This evening your heart is empty of kisses
and your dreams are thin from forgetting
that the moon can be fog bound and mysterious
at the same time as the cruel seas open and wide.
Be white winged and free on the soft warm blows,
like an African pearl asleep in the black tide.
Today you rapped on my mind like a top ten.
Today you picked me up so slowly.
This evening you scent my hiding place,
A writers thirst sobered up and hidden,
the words found by your eyes.
Where can a poet be now but inside the moment?
Double whiskey singular, ice cubes floating
heat haze rising, the liquid red and black
like the bonfire of our love letters in Autumn.

Tomorrow I will fill up one too many places.
Tomorrow I will gorge on a banquet of hates.
In this future my mind is full of faces
and my regrets are stuffed from promises.
That the sun will forever burn towards it's end,
at the same time as the kind earth opens it's hands.
Be black coal spinning in the hard cold of space,
like an American soldier at peace in a white desert.
Tomorrow you will calm me down like King Cole.
Tomorrow you will put me down so hard, that evening
you will leave me losing everything, a writer's secrets
made obvious, the words written by your listens.
Where can a poet be then but outside futurity ?
Cards dog eared, hot thoughts gambled
cold dice rolled, my falling cuts left bleeding here,
like the snakeskin of your devil hanging on my bedpost.


John G.Hall(c)2003






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Tarbra at 01:05 on 13 October 2003  Report this post
Hi John
Very deep and meaningful. I love reading poetry, so I will be back to read more of yours which I feel comes from the soul. Remember to have fun, Linda

Tuppence at 12:35 on 06 January 2005  Report this post
my writing seems so simple after reading yours
i loved it

paul53 [for I am he] at 09:27 on 30 December 2005  Report this post
John,
Your poetry has always been good. Lately it has become excellent. Is this an unique voice emerging?


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