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Bridge 2009 (Slightly Revised)
On my bridge again I see my city through opium eyes Through the fog Through silent tears Where have you gone Once a lover promising warm embrace And unknown pleasures But while on the nod you slipped away Never to return Only to be replaced by a surly knife wieldng old whore I once was king Now a ghost Banished to wander these lonely hills Remembering nights gone by And youth misspent But now the hour is near And you my beloved bridge Once the golden gate to heaven Once the road home Now merely a means to an end Just one step Then oblivion But first... One last fix
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Apr 23
10:46 PM
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Can't believe this slipped me the first time. Or maybe that's the way things go. Sometimes I read a poem one time and miss the point. Next time I re-read it and it seems loud and clear, almost screaming at me. Might be a mood thing, maybe.
Well this is very good, very very good. You sort of threw me off with these two lines: "Only to be replaced by a surly knife wieldng old whore"
I can't say why, just didn't fit I think. But you recovered well enough. Liked this part best: "And you my beloved bridge Once the golden gate to heaven Once the road home Now merely a means to an end"
Good job!
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Jun 8
8:03 PM
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Yes Kirk the"surly knife weilding old whore" analogy was inspired by a "surly knife weilding old whore" on Mission street at 4am one blurry morning.For some reason I thought it kinda summed up what San Francisco had become for me...kinda hostile, estranged, predatory. I`m glad that someone liked the "poem".
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Jun 9
9:43 AM
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Ah, the great San Fran bridge! New York has her share of bridges too and some though nice picture attractions most times, do become "merely a means to an end".
Lol @ your 'knife wielding whore' analogy fair enough then! So when in San Fran just stay of Mission Street right? And give your work credit it was very good.
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Jun 14
5:01 AM
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