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Last One Standing went from joke to bitter irony, one pale shade past blue, gray angel wings descending to clean up the mess your god made of loyal you. I wore your clothes for a long while casino padding floors in too-big shoes smoking cigars and reliving you at craps tables and boxing events, strange dyke-type in striped wool pants tipping her matching derby hat... "One More Drink For My Baby, And One More For The Road" more than C-19 in jukebox glow a motto now to live by, my new way of surviving a blues-soaked life I thought might be bearable, even classically nice, until I got one of my own... We should have left NJ last winter before the chill set in, escaping our inevitable for a mountain view, but you loved that goddamn city and I loved you... god, how I loved you. Find me in a crowd sometime and brush against me so I'll still remember. |
it surprises me that there are not more comments on this one.... it's exquisite. i love how the speaker takes the reader on a journey of sorts....from "Last One Standing" to being in a crowd...asking for a subtle reminder of the past...and because of the hindsight, the speaker is more worldly and wiser....better prepared for the next encounter. great write!! | Posted on 2011-04-14 00:00:00 | by rubie | [ Reply to This ] | "find me in a crowd/ and brush against me / so i'll still remember" | great ending...i was with you, you grew on me, your style, you personality, your afflictions, your affections.. i became you...like two people together for so long they start to resemble each other physically... it happens...it happened...but then it fell apart, we fell apart, or maybe i just didn't want to be you anymore.. now i'm me again...and it's been so long i don't remember the me you made me be... but if you brush against me in a crowd, i might remember.. i could see the speaker being brushed against..and then...just standing there bewildered..saying to herself...."what was that?" luscious poem here...taking risks...flaunting it.. whew...i'm out of breath...from the experience.. | Posted on 2011-02-20 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ] | |