poetry lesson #13
Life is about choices, and sometimes we slip into a hole...
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poetry lesson #13
you begin by thinking that nothing
can kill you.
you forgot that you can be brittle
like a glass bottle
that you sometimes pick up in fights.
you look like someone's good brother
kind and polite.
but one day the cops come, SWAT and all
in your bag they find
an axe and loot from the goldsmith's heist.
you end up in an cold, empty apartment
on the run.
edgy, one sweaty hand on the kukri,
an outside cough
makes you run behind the locked door.
does it sounds like someone you know?
write a poem on that.
27/04/2022
**********
“Until a man is twenty-five, he still thinks, every so often, that under the right circumstances he could be the baddest motherfucker in the world. If I moved to a martial-arts monastery in China and studied real hard for ten years. If my family was wiped out by Colombian drug dealers and I swore myself to revenge. If I got a fatal disease, had one year to live, and devoted it to wiping out street crime. If I just dropped out and devoted my life to being bad.”
― Neal Stephenson
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2022
poetry lesson #13
you begin by thinking that nothing
can kill you.
you forgot that you can be brittle
like a glass bottle
that you sometimes pick up in fights.
you look like someone's good brother
kind and polite.
but one day the cops come, SWAT and all
in your bag they find
an axe and loot from the goldsmith's heist.
you end up in an cold, empty apartment
on the run.
edgy, one sweaty hand on the kukri,
an outside cough
makes you run behind the locked door.
does it sounds like someone you know?
write a poem on that.
27/04/2022
**********
“Until a man is twenty-five, he still thinks, every so often, that under the right circumstances he could be the baddest motherfucker in the world. If I moved to a martial-arts monastery in China and studied real hard for ten years. If my family was wiped out by Colombian drug dealers and I swore myself to revenge. If I got a fatal disease, had one year to live, and devoted it to wiping out street crime. If I just dropped out and devoted my life to being bad.”
― Neal Stephenson
© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ) 2022
Labels: 80's, crime, mindscape, poetry lesson #, Singapore
posted by dsnake1 at 12:01 AM
13 Comments:
Fascinating, the male mind! :-D
The poem and the quote - I like how you've built up the vibe of the poem - and the close, terrific!
Rosemary,
Thank you!
What Neal Stephenson wrote may be quite true. :)
The poem is partly based on a real person. He was the brother of a friend, a real nice guy. We went to their house to play cards. One day, out of the blue, it came out in the news that he was wanted for a shop robbery. It shocked us.
Rajani,
Thank you!
Yeah, I like the way how the poem progresses too.
And the quote is one badass quote. :)
It has the feel of the beginning of the action movie. There was also something in your words that made me wish for peace for the speaker. Perhaps turning himself in. Perhaps going where he was completely unknown and starting again. There are big drawbacks to both, but living with the jangled nerves/ paranoia described in the last bit feels like a greater hell.
Rommy,
Thank you!
Ha, the feel of the beginning of a action movie. As I told Rosemary, the character is partly based on a real person. In the end, he served his time. The poem is to ask the reader to write a poem on crime. :)
LOVE the quote! The poem / the story chills ... so often true. Have a lovely day!!!
What a captivating invitation. And I agree with Rommy, this does feel like the beginning of a thriller.
I really enjoyed the voice.
He is brittle like a glass bottle. I hope he's completely reformed by now!
Helen,
Thank you! :)
Magaly,
Thank you!
Maybe I should consider writing thrillers? :)
Priscilla,
Thank you!
That was some time ago, and we have lost contact. I hope he's doing fine.
This is a powerful poem to be heard. So, I believe.
Thank you, Su-sieee! :)
Great force behind this poem, ds!
Thank you, Sara! :)
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