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Seasonal Memories

Member since 2002 · Posted 4 Jul 2002 · 9 comments

A purposefully dilapidated Mexican restaurant, subdued puke tenors emptied from a Bottle of Bacardi 151, a disheveled broken-hearted Mexican restaurant in a weary city: These are the remains of an iconoclastic season... Hot summer waltzes with simplicity and love that swayed four boy's lives. The ruin of relationships fought for and lost stink the countryside But a diffident, different perfume sullies the air... Empirically memory is empiricism, Nietzsche's snake coils itself and memory's nudity divulges a placard: It just is. My search for why ends in recollection (Not because I'm satisfied but because empirically there is nothing more). What happened to the enduring lethargy of summer past...? - A semblance of noble laziness that now seems ransacked by college and time... Like women, alcohol, city... simplicity dissipates into nothing beyond memory And I'm left in a familiar dilapidated Mexican restaurant holding nothing beyond a menu and a fading past... But somehow nostalgia spills meaning upon my drama. Somehow life in rewind seems intimately right... And as a familiar Latina waitress requests an answer I order the same nauseating insanity as last summer. Her recollecting smile scares the fuck out of me.

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9 comments

[9] horus8 11-Jul-02/6:19 PM Reply

this is riveting. holy shit, now that's what i'm talking about. some real William Tell hell. fucking majestici

[8] shwenatjadeflower 18-Jul-02/3:35 PM Reply

i dunno what to say besides this is really good, why cant all your stuff be like this?

[n/a] ErgoErgun 20-Jul-02/9:19 AM Reply

My inspiration seems to come in a variety of forms, some of which, like this piece, seem more in tune with this audience's tastes. If you liked this poem I'd advise you to take at what I just submitted entitled "Volkswagon." Thanks for your comments, it's nice to see something uplifting against the negative dribble people usually proffer.

[10] deleted user 25-Jul-02/3:34 PM Reply

Awe-inspiring!

[10] robustyoungsoul 27-Jul-02/3:32 PM Reply

Holy crap. This is so good it's almost stupid. Kudos to you (and other candy bars).

[5] The troubled sinner 29-Jul-02/5:45 AM Reply

Not sure about your structure? it could do with some editing but otherwise a decent effort. Keep trying.

[2] Art Glocken 29-Jul-02/5:50 AM Reply

i feel that this was let down with strong language.

[9] horus8 29-Jul-02/3:50 PM Reply

cannot get enough of this. i want more. while i'm still tied off.
deservingly so #1.....i spooge on hoof. buenos tardes amigow

[10] -=SeTTle=- 29-Jul-02/9:52 PM Reply

As a former Steat Urchin and Art Student I am in a position to tell you that never have Neitzsche, Bacardi, placard and "hot summer waltzes" ever been combined in any medium. I am giving you a ten because the "rape teacher" poem really gives me perspective on this one.