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Watching (Free verse) by DMonster Rain is pounding pounding down
Wind that howls rattles windows
Someone walks in the middle of the street
Hood up, knife in hand
She runs the blade across her wrist
Blood spills staning the ground
She passes out no longer feeling
Blood is draining they aren't fast enough
She is dying in the street
People stand by merly watching
Noone says a thing
She is dead now, too late
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Posted: January 9, 2004 9:49 PM PST; Last modified: January 9, 2004 9:49 PM PSTWeighted score: 4.8211956 Overall Rank: 10891 Comments:
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<{Baba^Yaga}> @ 24.126.116.54
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11-Jan-04/12:14 PM
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Could you possibly sharpen a telephone pole into a giant toothpick and semi truck it through your twat?
Once in Vancouver I was working late in my office on Main Street, and I heard two drunks arguing. Not unusual for 3am Sunday morning, but, bored & needing a break, I went to the window to watch. In the sodium light before the store selling motorized wheelchairs and colostomy bags two stocky swarthy men argued. They stood close, as close as lovers or as friends when they are drunk. They looked alike, the way life-long friends look alike, or like lovers, or brothers. Their arguing escalated, and then abruptly the one shoved the other. He stumbled backwards, slipped and fell into the plate glass window of the medical supply store. He slid flat to the sidewalk and lay still and his blood ran away from him down the wet sidewalk and onto the road. I called 911 and went downstairs. The paramedics came and worked on the unconscious man. The other man knelt beside him and wept, "My brother, my brother." Three policemen held him back so the paramedics could work. When they had pressure bandages in place they loaded him in the ambulance truck and drove away. The other was taken away in a police car. He curled up, foetal in the back seat, uncuffed. The blood had run all across the street and down the hill, black in the peach-coloured light, and a firetruck came in a few minutes to hose it away.
Now piss off.
Why do you weep for the death of a peasant?
I ain't weeping. Another time in that same office I walked in on a B&E, the guys were hopped up on pcp or something and had knives & I had to run from them to another office & call 911 again. And another time I was working very late and I was taking a nap and I woke up and heard men outside shouting things like "get me a hose on number 3" and I looked outside and everywhere was flame. It was the building next door--arson. I called a coworker who lived nearby, he came immediately and we rushed around unplugging computers. A big blocky fireman came in and yelled at us. "What's more important, the computers or your lives?" But they saved our building. I remember the firemen in the snorkels silhouetted against the orange night just before the front wall fell into the street and killed one of them. They looked like angels, steam and smoke billowing around them.
Were they... sniffing the building?
You mean, like in case it was full of crack, so that it wouldn't go to waste? Probably not. Though most of the rest of the neighbourhood was crack houses, this building was actually the headquarters & rehearsal space of a small theatre company and the Vancouver Ukranian society or some such non-profit. Afterwards it became a used car lot. They put up a little iron fence to keep the junkies out, and someone was always putting flowers there. The arsonist burned down 3 or 4 more non-profit organizations before they caught him. I guess he had a thing against NGOs.
Got Prozac? It is so depressing but I give it a 7.
thanks for the 7, Its supposed to b "depressing" thats y I write it, most of my poems are written when I'm angry or sumtin, no I don't have prozac, I don't even take meds for depression, I think I should but my mom won't take me to the doc
and this poem was mostly truth, its proven that most ppl think when sumtins goin on sumone else is gonna make the call, I understand yea a few ppl do, sry bout ne thing I said, didn't mean to hurt ne one
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