Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

three steps down
the door was open
some bar on the west side
i don't know how i got there
but it doesn't matter
dark interior, with a long mirror
that followed you along the bar,
a few patrons, looking downward
lost in their thoughts
they reminded me of those paintings
the absinthe drinkers in the montmartre
dissolute, waiting for nothing
sickly light of fever
alcohol and ammonia swimming
tall black lady with silver-curled hair
followed me towards the back room
she pushed the knife slowly into my side
she pushed forward as i fell backwards
i couldn't get away

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enjoyed the poem.. .dreams are important... very

where are the emoticon police when you need them?

witty poem dino tooloose

it reminds me of a paris poster mooolawn rooje

this played like a movie in my head...great visual impact

thanks comrades.

some kind of she-devil in a crossroads blues dream, maybe?
yes, your texts are very cine-matic!!!!!!!

that's a great title for a future poem, arcadia!

some kind of she-devil in a crossroads blues dream, maybe?

Constantine, you took me into your dream world. Cinematic vision written with suspense.

John

thank you, john. merry christmas to all!