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arrival and departure

Contributed by Jan_Oskar_Hansen on Friday, 12th July 2002 @ 10:36:08 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry





Arrival And Departure

Driving off the ferryboat a group of
blind people dressed in Brazilian jute
sacks still smelling of coffee beans,
banged on the bonnet of my car
demanded eyes so they too could see
the many shades of seasons. Threw
them a handful and they fought amongst
themselves hands flailing in the air,
naked feet trampling about in the mud
squashing the eyes in the process.
Drove through a town full of coloured
lights where angry people celebrated
Christmas by breaking shop windows,
tossing back gifts given by relatives
they didnt like. At home my uncle sat
in my armchair drinking lager, politely
got up and left, quite rightly he has been
dead for twenty years. A sweet little girl
of five, dressed in a cute Dutch national
costume, asked if she could climb up to
the shiny star at the top of the Christmas
tree? Sure! She did and disappeared.
Her mother cried bitterly looking for
a daughter she hadnt seen since leaving
the maternity clinic. On a green plastic
table lay a sweaty goat-cheese hungry I cut
a piece and ate, it tasted of damp wool and
reeked like car tyres after a high speed
collision. The crying young woman was
my mother before I was born, she didnt
recognise me, asked me to leave I had
no business being here yet. Driving back
to catch the ferry black horses galloped
through empty streets, by the docks a lone
harbour light kept flinging itself senselessly
into a stygian sea.




Copyright © Jan_Oskar_Hansen ... [ 2002-07-12 22:36:08]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: arrival and departure (User Rating: 1 )
by Jackee_line on Friday, 1st November 2002 @ 11:56:06 PM AEST
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I found this poem very confusing but still a great write.

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Re: arrival and departure (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 27th June 2008 @ 11:44:47 PM AEST
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wow, what a story!
Unique and full of starnge visions.




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