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In the Valley of Two-Dollar Pints of Red Hook IPA

by <~>

Member since 2002 · Posted 28 Oct 2002 · Edited 28 Oct 2002 · 14 comments

You may have measured twice, but one cut was quick enough to core me You talked to her all night and claimed you didn't ignore me And when I walked away in even-placed steps what made you think that I wanted any less Than I did when I came in here, with hope still in place? Before I saw you putting that smile on her face The one where the corners suggested something more; the look that she gave you I could not ignore So if I was angry or overreacted, if my eyes flashed and my goodwill retracted When I asked what was up, when I called you aside, and you said that we had no date tonight Blame it on green Blame it on spite Blame it on too many Jack Daniels' tonight Blame it on me Blame it on you Never mind. Fuck it. I'll find someone new. [You just have no listening for my confrontational 2 pint courage, carpenter]

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14 comments

[7] Tintagiles 28-Oct-02/8:28 PM Reply
Just change the title.
[n/a] <~> › Tintagiles 28-Oct-02/8:29 PM Reply
suggestion?
[7] Tintagiles › <~> 28-Oct-02/8:34 PM Reply
Well, that's better. It's only as long as two lines of one of its quatrains now, instead of three. Hell if I know, I've always been terrible at titles myself.

Hmm. Do you remember what I voted on this?
[n/a] <~> › Tintagiles 28-Oct-02/8:38 PM Reply
not really. vote early, vote often. this is an angry poem, and may well disappear soon, so get your votes in while you can.
[8] darby pyn 28-Oct-02/11:25 PM Reply
You just wrote a great melodic
punk song. I got the guitar down
perfect for this.
you should call it "love and war"
[8] darby pyn 28-Oct-02/11:27 PM Reply
or "Glass reactions"
[8] Christof 29-Oct-02/1:49 AM Reply
The last stanza - very wise!
[9] INTRANSIT 29-Oct-02/2:30 AM Reply
Dittos on the last three comments. Fun and true.
[n/a] <~> › INTRANSIT 29-Oct-02/11:40 AM Reply
not so much fun saturday night, but now it's somewhat amusing. apparently, i'm not 'intellectually stimulating' enough for the man. although he seemed to find other bits of me more than stimulating enough. okay, so it's still not so much fun.
[10] Bachus 29-Oct-02/12:49 PM Reply
perhaps. an eight dollar barley wine filled glass, and a salt throw over my left shoulder for richard harris..i cry on your shoulder and repent for me and all of mine..in that valley everything hooks and my barbs get filed straight...how about another date?
sorry that i tend to over compensate, and right turn clyde the guard rail. want some kale? i have a new gun.
[n/a] <~> › Bachus 29-Oct-02/1:01 PM Reply
slumming, darling. that's what it's all about in the run down mill towns of the housatinic river valley.
[5] poetandknowit 6-Nov-02/10:41 PM Reply
Not a favorite. But you were pissed, so fair enough.
[5] poetandknowit 6-Nov-02/10:41 PM Reply
But I love the title!
[10] <{Baba^Yaga}> 13-Jan-03/3:31 PM Reply
serious poetry. and good beer.