dreamland
Posted: December 12th, 2008, 4:42 pm
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 own thoughts
they reminded
me of those paintings
of absinthe drinkers in the montmartre
dissolute, waiting for nothing
sickly light of fever
alcohol and ammonia swimming
a 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
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 own thoughts
they reminded
me of those paintings
of absinthe drinkers in the montmartre
dissolute, waiting for nothing
sickly light of fever
alcohol and ammonia swimming
a 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