Sunday, April 06, 2008

The Stairs

This is one of the poems that I wrote for the Golden Point Award competition, but which I did not select for submission. One of the "rejects". :)

Wall with a crack
photo by Basela, enhanced by dsnake1
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The Stairs

just maybe 40 steps
of stained concrete
and a rusted rib
of a handrail
to reach my flat
on the 3rd floor,

but have to keep
those eyes wide open
not just for
the silly love poems
or death threats
on the walls,

but that pool
of rancid vomit
from some heroin junkie,
or the shards of
smashed bottles
from a gang fight.

sometimes slumped
in a corner
of two greasy walls, a kid
not more than twelve,
who thinks nirvana
is a can of glue,

eyes hollow, the brain
all slushed
by the fumes
the air, sour and putrid
from the turpentine
hangs like a heavy cloak.

you think this is a war zone?
these people with the wary eyes
the thin mean lips
taut muscles
ready to spring
as i go past these
this city in pain
telling myself
i am just passing through
i am just passing through


This piece is a little bleak, don't you think? And I am not too sure the last strophe fits with the rest of the poem.

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Blogger floots said...

this is indeed blak
but that is what gives it its power
and i think that the ending is just right
it moves it from simple
social realism in one place
to thoughts on existence/mortality for everyone
thank you

07 April, 2008 16:09  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

thank you!

initially, i do have doubts about the ending, that it does not fit in with the rest of the piece. (one of the reasons why i did not submit this work) :)

07 April, 2008 21:43  
Blogger polona said...

this, as i see it, is a powerful testimony of a way of life.

09 April, 2008 02:38  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

thanks, polona.

it wasn't a pretty place to live in, but i was there..:)

09 April, 2008 18:13  
Blogger magiceye said...

wow.... wonderful representation of the bleak side of life

11 April, 2008 17:06  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

thank you, magiceye!

what i described happened in the 80's, but i think it is still relevant today in any less-privileged precinct of a city..

11 April, 2008 23:36  
Blogger Deborah Vatcher said...

Despair in this dark reality of your climb home hangs heavy here.

15 April, 2008 04:41  
Blogger dsnake1 said...

thank you!

that was a long time ago. i was staying there because it was near to my workplace. :)

15 April, 2008 23:36  

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