Another Night (Blogophilia 16.6)

Another night
We meet
Knowing it is wrong
Others depend on us
Others want our time
But we steal away
Here to the belfry
The finest of hours
As the others
Sell the sky.
You fall on me.

Two against
Disapproving eyes
Serious case
Of Affection
Against the powers
Of Minitrue
And Doublespeak.

Consequences
Tasting like
Pecan rinds
Drying my mouth
As rats
Nibble at noses.
Should I die?
Yes.

Comments

  1. AnonymousJune 9, 2013 at 5:10 PM

    You describe a typical back street affair to perfection, Christopher. Fascinating... I need to hear a steel guitar.

    signed: Myke

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  2. sueJune 9, 2013 at 6:04 PM

    fast and good. Didn't expect the last line. Love the bitter taste

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    1. Another Government EmployeeJune 9, 2013 at 6:28 PM

      There isn't anything quite like getting a piece of the rind when you are cracking and eating fresh pecans. You almost never want to touch them again.

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  3. AnonymousJune 10, 2013 at 1:45 AM

    The consequences of such an affair are overwhelming. That last stanza was quite unexpected and very thought provoking.

    Blue fool

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    1. Another Government EmployeeJune 10, 2013 at 6:35 AM

      Thank you. Now, quick quiz. It isn't an original story. Where did I pull it from?

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  4. AnonymousJune 10, 2013 at 6:31 AM


    Lust leads us to places we might not have gone, sometimes to places we don't want to be

    TM

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    1. Another Government EmployeeJune 10, 2013 at 6:35 AM

      True. I can think of a few adventures I rather would not have had.

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  5. AnonymousJune 10, 2013 at 10:42 AM

    Holy 1984 Batman!
    8 points Earthling! :)
    Marvin

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  6. Colleen Keller BreuningJune 10, 2013 at 6:18 PM

    Wowza! Damn.... this is raw and piercing! But I love it, Christopher. Your poetry is always succinct and phenomenal! ;)

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    1. Another Government EmployeeJune 10, 2013 at 8:13 PM

      I've always had it drilled into me to write in as few words as possible. Just a habit.

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  7. AnonymousJune 11, 2013 at 9:12 PM

    Intense!

    Micki from fb blogophilia

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  8. UnknownJune 12, 2013 at 10:38 PM

    Powerful indeed. I love where you went with this week's topic. Thanks so much for finding mine and for your comment.

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  9. DiaJune 16, 2013 at 9:50 AM

    Really liking this...

    ~~DJ (Diana Jillian)

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