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Array ( [sid] => 14549 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => Night Crawler, Part 5 [time] => 2003-03-19 12:35:00 [hometext] => The next chapter... [bodytext] => The stumble home took about three hours.
Not only did the man spend a half hour trying
To score some drugs off of a fire hydrant,
But he also lost about four hundred dollars to a grifter.
It only took him nine tries to win.

The pleasantly spaced street lamps cast
Large copper circles onto the sidewalk,
Which was losing its battle against the dandelions
That grew through the cracks in the ground.
The man noticed there was a full moon that night.

In his drunken stupor, the man reasoned with himself.
He had already broken his mother’s heart,
So there was no need for him to break her back as well.
He danced along, trying to avoid to the tears in the pavement.
He fell down a lot too.

Still thoroughly drunk, thoroughly bruised from his falls,
And completely lost in the thought of getting his wife back,
The man ran, after a three hour stumble, up to his front door,
And began pounding on it, begging for his wife to let him in.
His right hand was still bleeding from some shards of broken glass he had fallen on.

A stranger answered the door.
A scruffy old man in a blue and white striped nightgown,
And a matching nightcap with a little yarn ball on top.
He looked just like something out of an old cartoon.
The man became furious with jealousy.

He started shouting incoherently at the grandfatherly figure in the doorframe.
After five minutes, though, he forgot why he was mad,
And the stranger was able to calm him down.
“This isn’t your house,” he said. “You live next door.”
“Damned woman must have moved on me.”

He went over to the next house and found familiarity in the porch swing there.
He was pretty sure this was where his wife had moved to,
So he took off his shoes and passed out in the porch swing.
He didn’t feel like coming home drunk.
Besides, he was tired. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 159 [topic] => 21 [informant] => Butterat_Zool [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
Night Crawler, Part 5

Contributed by Butterat_Zool on Wednesday, 19th March 2003 @ 12:35:00 PM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



The stumble home took about three hours.
Not only did the man spend a half hour trying
To score some drugs off of a fire hydrant,
But he also lost about four hundred dollars to a grifter.
It only took him nine tries to win.

The pleasantly spaced street lamps cast
Large copper circles onto the sidewalk,
Which was losing its battle against the dandelions
That grew through the cracks in the ground.
The man noticed there was a full moon that night.

In his drunken stupor, the man reasoned with himself.
He had already broken his mother’s heart,
So there was no need for him to break her back as well.
He danced along, trying to avoid to the tears in the pavement.
He fell down a lot too.

Still thoroughly drunk, thoroughly bruised from his falls,
And completely lost in the thought of getting his wife back,
The man ran, after a three hour stumble, up to his front door,
And began pounding on it, begging for his wife to let him in.
His right hand was still bleeding from some shards of broken glass he had fallen on.

A stranger answered the door.
A scruffy old man in a blue and white striped nightgown,
And a matching nightcap with a little yarn ball on top.
He looked just like something out of an old cartoon.
The man became furious with jealousy.

He started shouting incoherently at the grandfatherly figure in the doorframe.
After five minutes, though, he forgot why he was mad,
And the stranger was able to calm him down.
“This isn’t your house,” he said. “You live next door.”
“Damned woman must have moved on me.”

He went over to the next house and found familiarity in the porch swing there.
He was pretty sure this was where his wife had moved to,
So he took off his shoes and passed out in the porch swing.
He didn’t feel like coming home drunk.
Besides, he was tired.




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Re: Night Crawler, Part 5 (User Rating: 1 )
by karoody on Wednesday, 19th March 2003 @ 12:52:07 PM AEST
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strange, the retarded things we do when we are drunk--they are so funny! thank you for sharing. i enjoyed this. guess i will read part 1-4 when i have time. lol


Re: Night Crawler, Part 5 (User Rating: 1 )
by ladyfawn on Wednesday, 19th March 2003 @ 10:41:01 PM AEST
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lol! i like this line a lot...sums it all up:) "He was pretty sure this was where his wife had moved to," your poetry is so interesting and enjoyable... hugs always nessa


Re: Night Crawler, Part 5 (User Rating: 1 )
by Jenni_Kalicharan on Saturday, 5th April 2003 @ 05:47:31 PM AEST
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This series is progressing very nicely... Thank you for sharing it...
Jenni




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