Wednesday, April 09, 2008

This Is Your Last Chance

Here's the poem for the day! It first appeared in Bryant Literary Review.


I did not know any better except to love
it, the bluish glow of televisions at night,
snow that fell like promises only to turn
dirty and gray. The downstairs landlords
put up a sign in the backyard saying, This
is paradise and watched as our next-door
neighbor almost strangled his daughter, saying,
Bitch, this is your last chance. Sometimes
I thought about where else I had been, but
not often. The streets in the city were
complicated, changing names midway, leaving
you wondering what miracle might happen next.

Michelle's Spell of the Day
"I come from Detroit where it's rough and I'm not a smooth talker." Eminem

Cocktail Hour
Drinking novel suggestion: Bastard Out Of Carolina Dorothy Allison

Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy Wednesday!


Anonymous said...

You're pretty enough for me.

the walking man said...

Anonymous 1, thank you for the compliment but I really don't think we've ever met.

All right I take it back you are what I said you were not, you do understand the uniqueness of the city.

That fucking M&M stole that quote from me. the Bastard!



Anonymous said...

I felt the same way about that bitch, Antigone, until it was too late.--Creon of Thebes

Charles Gramlich said...

Except for the snow, many of the images reminded me of New Orleans. Especially the streets whose names change half way along their length.

Anonymous said...

Go Winged Wheelers!!!!! JLCGULL is with you!!!!!!Fly high, Wings!!!--JLCGULL