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Drinker's Poetry
Martinez / Slattery
by Felipe Victor Martinez
It's Just
OK OK
I did'nt mean
to take the right on RED
I was'nt paying attention
I was Blinded
Yeahhhhhhh
Blinded
You know it's just
well
it's just
OK OK I didn't mean to take that right on RED
I swear I did'nt
it's just
just
by Felipe Victor Martinez
wait................. no
everyday is struggle
What will be my last word
when will be my last breath
What will be my last thought
Only I will know when that time will come..........
Why is everyday a struggle
NO...........WAIT
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by Robert Slattery
The Horizon.
shimmering,
shimmering, shimmering
and beyond,
out of sight,
the factories ,
sitting idle-
quiet-
silent.
They came from beyond the
horizon, beyond the shimmering;
numberless men out of the
vast land. Brickmakers,
bricklayers, builders, laborers,
and factory men.
They created the factories
and filled them with lights,
sounds, and the residue of
a million toils.
Only the buildings remain-
forlorn-
empty-
desolate-
-- crumbling stacks
-- rotten beams
-- cracked foundations
Once busy rooms
-- long silent.
The men who toiled
-- long dead.
The families
-- long gone.
Only the buildings remain;
standing in testament to
an agotime of pride and
importance - but now idle.
And the everwind
pushes and flows
gently
gently
gently
through the empty rooms
out the broken windows
pushing and flowing
gently
gently
towards the shimmering horizon.
December-1997
Note:
The above poem was inspired by
(what I thought was) a rather vivid
image in the last paragraph
of Chapter 12 of Desolation
Angels by Jack Kerouac
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