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04 March 2007 @ 01:16 am
 
I wrote this a while ago - it's unfinished - and posted it to thingsthatdontexist.com; someone had posted the title "The Lovechild of J. Alfred Prufrock," and I couldn't resist:


Let us go then, you and I,
While I sputter and stammer and tug my tie
And explain myself as best as I am able.
Let us speak now, son, of neon-flickered bars
And bums' squeaky guitars,
Of one night stands in sawdust-cheap hotels,
And grandpas who scream and shoot shotgun shells.
Oh, do not say, "Ah, screw it."
Let us sit; I'll talk you through it.

Into your mother's room I came,
Missing the latest Dodgers game [...]
 
 
 
Shifting my clarities: human voices (faeriemaiden)opheliablue on March 4th, 2007 11:28 am (UTC)
That's my favourite poem ever. I love what you've written so far, especially "Oh, do not say,"Ah, screw it."/Let us sit; I'll talk you through it."

I hope you'll post it here if you finish it!