last night at Harlem St

Harlem St like we normally meet ... the smell of trash always filled the air next to our laughs and drunken yells ... the crowd outside seemed not to notice the ins and outs just like they never do... and it still felt different... a little colder perhaps with the chill near deafening.... and all i could see were the faces next to me... the many that existed otherwise ceased... and their yells became only breaths i smiled and walked about the slim alley looking for the maggots that used to keep the feet wearing sandals close company... and i thought to myself... i wouldn't have it any other way... i miss my friends and the music that brought us together and i miss this place each and every time we say till the next one... but that didn't stop fate from pursuing what hid in our minds as that crazy night... we went inside to gather more noize to feast on our over crumbled minds that we serve to the world for just enough to survive ... and i danced like i always do ... feeling watched and compressed this time... a little closer then usual... but still forcing my death into the air ... and soaking in the electronic symphonies of torture to my lust... for my love... kill my sorrow... and rock my insomnia to slumber i didn't mean to take from my only smile... but we went out for another try... of the sweet scents of homeless begging and bottles breaking ... we went out... and a dark shadow in just a blur approached us ... cringed in anticipation... and blew fire into my stomach ... it wasn't the first time i watched my life flash before me... but i don't recall ever being so sad when it happened... because as i unwantedly collapsed to the ground... where the maggots kept me humored and quite disgusted.. then it rested as my bed... comfort eternal... and... i saw his face... tears and anguish colored him... no longer flesh tone... more of burgundy and charcoal ivory ... pale as the night.... white as the last tear i could cry for him... and he told me he loved me... and i could only squeeze his hand in sickened silence abhor knowing i could not longer live for him... and love for them... no longer carry the cherished burden of being the luckiest woman to ever live... sweet beloved misery that haunted my heart... and filled it with more love then she could ever except... but no longer able to fulfill the promise of a million tomorrows...i rested finally in a sleep that would never wake... i asked him that they burn my body in cremation and take me to the place we both knew i would be safe until i could see my loves again Written March 27th, 2002 © on Mar 27 2002 01:03 PM PST   10 • 0 • 1