the beat goes on


there is panic in the I

there is panic in the I
slowly eaten by sharp hours
with knifes of unbridled indifference

I saw you leave I behind
in a motion of no more hands
peeled like an onion in the sky

the wind died from one day
to a very silent next of kin
a fading in a bit by a far away

fear is the mother of silence
indifference comes in between
like yesterdays thunder

the slate I am will be wiped
in a single brutal sweep
just before I no longer is a name

there is cold beer for the giants
long green goodbyes
by the old streets of yesterday




Poetry by Bob
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Written on 2015-08-05 at 17:21

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
Very nice. I love the line "knifes of unbridled indifference". You should be proud of that one. Even "slowly eaten by sharp hours" is great. And of course "there is cold beer for the giants" :)
2015-08-09


Bob
what can I say Meecheegan...
I use the I in a fashion never used before
so perhaps there will be others
till then
I am here
2015-08-05



"Until death it is all life" Don Quixote :
Ashe
2015-08-05



have a question for you Bob,

why some writers don't use the i and write so

did the cleaning today, have to go home etc....
2015-08-05