Sunday, April 21, 2013

NaPoWriMo 2013, Day #21 - block 115

Took out an old, unpublished poem and did some rewriting. Nasty.







block 115


this place, home
to lost years
of our youth

this turf
we stayed
nerves taut

as we stepped
out
of doors

to walls
slashed
with graffiti

corridor lights
blown off
shards on floors

taunts
that stab
like barbs

and

parang slashes,
needles and
the dark vomit

last night's
alcohol
meths

like squashed
spiders
on stairs

festering
a wound in
the city's innards

the cigarette
butts that were
burnt to the filters

every tobacco flake
every grain
of heroin

was too expensive
to waste
like life

that tinge of
helplessness
on faces

too immune
to pain

too lost
in suffering

this place we
called home

and i still
love her
despite what she
threw at me.

because i am
a fool.



01/07/2008
21/04/2013
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© cheong lee san ( dsnake1 ), 2013

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