Monday, September 06, 2010

he lay under the streetlamp



he lay under the streetlamp
under blucrircles yellow
like some van gogh
staggering like a tramp
in a smartdisheveled suit
inebriated in the dark of night
running from his shadow..
.....then stopping to fight
until the sun slowly paints
away the shadow..and the dark
and more and more...
...... brightens and burns
his face in shame...
as the beadle passes by
.....hammer in hand
scarf around neck
..uncomfortably tight

He hadn't realized it was
already....time
for that matter...he hadnt
realized anything

He knew he had to
....get back
but where was he???



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6 Comments:

Blogger Soul Comfort said...

wow! this is amazing!
I wish I could get into the Rosh Hashana mode.

September 06, 2010 5:46 PM  
Blogger FrumGirl said...

Rosh hashana? And i was thinking about Don Draper lolol

September 06, 2010 6:57 PM  
Blogger Mystery Woman said...

Oh...Rosh Hashana... I didn't get that at first...

September 07, 2010 9:52 AM  
Blogger David_on_the_Lake said...

Well first day of selichos...

FG...
good to see you...
who's don draper?

September 07, 2010 5:19 PM  
Blogger FrumGirl said...

Mad Men character

September 08, 2010 1:12 PM  
Anonymous Selina @ Israel said...

Very close to what people often feel in today's world and what was said by existentialists atin the middle of the twentieth century: people are porcupines rambling in the fog.

September 11, 2010 11:30 AM  

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