Walking
The damp sharp cold saps me
Heavy with past drunkenness and fatigue
It is late
My pace quickens
I am tired
The music from the clubs
Is loud in the quiet street
Only 4 blocks left
My burning face
And tingling hands
Tell me to hurry
I have to pee
Should I go in here?
Surrender to this building?
Just for a minute?
Just to be warm?
Everybody inside looks warm
I keep moving
They looked to happy
What time is it?
Who cares
I take a deep breath
A cold wind
Forces air deep inside me
I choke
I touch my glove to my mouth
The snot freezes to the leather
Before the glove is back in my pocket
My feet actually hurt with each hurried step
A vibrating pain starting at the heel and fanning out
1 Block left
I don't have to pee anymore
I can't feel my ears
Tears swell up
But not from the cold
I turn the corner
The blue sign glows so bright
P is for Park
How simple
How grand
How uncomplicated
I open the door to the ramp
I relax
I always wondered if they really monitored these premises
Guess I will find out
Stream rises from my piss
Even though I am technically inside
Things swirl in my head and fight with each other
I am being watched
I don't care
You Fucking Perv
I notice as I yell
I am crying
Why did they say that?
Why did I say that?
The car struggles to start
Please
Please
I am still so fucking cold.....
3 comments:
What do you cal this, a Bloem, mix of a Poem and Blog? Either way, this has been the best one so far.
Rocketstar
You like that...have you seen R- Kellys Rap-opera? This is going to be the same thing kind of like the TV show 24 and R-Kelly and Brians flavors all mixed...over the year these moments will all tell a story but skip around throughout the day...
Was that you in the drink? lol
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