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    Default The end result of that pilot idea I had a few months ago. (Poem.)

    I had that idea about the satirical story of a guy who simply can't get a girl because he was stuck with being cursed. One thing led to another and this eventually took place as a poem, which I wrote two evenings ago. Tell me if you like it. Or if you don't. The title is such because I felt it might be considered too narrative to be true poetry--hence, it was between poetry and regular prose narrative, making it in a shade of gray. (c) 2004.

    "Gray Poetry"
    Sat down in a shady club
    One evening, well past midnight
    The hours are a blur
    It’s too late to
    Imagine, think, theorize, hypothesize
    A man waltzes in
    Slight of frame, weak
    Of build and likely of mind, too
    His figure not enough to
    Part the hours-old haze
    He slumped down next to me
    Looked like he had a story
    So, curious, an inquiry was made
    The man glanced
    Right up, through me
    Staring. Staring.
    “Ready for this, son?”
    “Well, I gue…”
    “An intense tale of woe.
    That’s the story I spin.”
    And so began his tale of sin:

    Years ago, before the war
    I was young, strong,
    Hearty, full-hearted, full…
    Of myself. That’s fine
    Though, back then, I was
    Young, and all those evil vices
    Are unquestionably legal
    And obviously full of merit
    Partied with pals,
    Bedded women
    A regular kid’s life
    That was what I had
    She came along then
    Not like the other babes
    She was dirtier, coarser,
    Rougher—not ladylike
    Son, if you described her
    I’d think that She—
    She’d be the last woman
    I’d ever be with.

    But we talked some
    And boy, I had this
    Absolutely bizarre
    Beyond-crazy idea
    Maybe she wasn’t so…
    Dirty, coarse, rough, whore-like
    But this girl was one
    I thought I could pour in
    Just enough of the important things…
    Hope, time, effort,
    Love—afterwards, things
    Would be fixed in short order
    And with that quick fix
    I wanted a happily-
    Ever, forever, forever and ever,
    eternal, everlasting,
    Everafter.

    You realize, kid, I never
    Spoke with this girl once
    Just heard about the Lady
    Gossip, rumors, that’s all.
    Eventually, a pal wanted to date her
    “Unbelievable!” I thought.
    And so I decided
    I would make the
    Fateful, foreboding first move
    All the guys and girls
    Were hanging around at
    An unassuming party
    The music came on
    I threw my cards down
    Boy, you don’t know
    How much it took…
    I asked Lady to dance.
    Just once, to beat my pal
    I though it’d be fast
    Fun, easy, bragging rights
    How wrong can a boy be!

    I got caught up
    Despite myself, that
    One little fairytale fantasy
    Was taking over my life
    Wonderful times, no other
    Words come remotely close
    To describing them.
    And then one morning,
    Woke up a little late
    Realized she wasn’t right
    Next to me anymore
    At first I thought
    It was a bad dream
    But time knocked me out
    Of that foolish, foggy haze
    By the time I thought
    For myself again,
    She was long gone,
    Not hours, son,
    Or days, weeks, nor months
    Years it took,
    But I got myself back,
    Together, as a whole
    And being whole—
    Boy!
    It never felt so wonderful
    Especially after being shattered
    Into minute pieces
    That’s about all for my story
    It’s getting real late
    Get up, buy yourself something
    Here’s a little small thing for
    A second of your time.
    Thanks, boy.

    And so he handed me
    A hundred-dollar bill
    And left silently,
    Into the murk from
    which he came
    Never saw that scraggly man again
    I looked back up, through
    The club. Saw a girl
    Standing alone, she looked…
    Really smutty, nobody I’d ever,
    Ever date. Decided to
    Stay in my seat, to
    Simply avoid her.
    I eventually stood, to
    Walk on out, I needed
    To sleep, but I mysteriously
    Went without purpose at all
    The wrong way entirely.

    “Wanna dance?”
    "And we're not gods, we're just hacks."

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    Anyone? No? Seventeen views and no comment? I like criticism...
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