Bondwriter Posted March 13, 2007 Share Posted March 13, 2007 UNDER NEON LIGHTS I was walking back home Warm evening Smell of tar An old man was limping down my building's staircase The bag that he carried seemed a heavy burden I even thought of a corpse he'd have to get rid of It's my laundry he said And sure he'd tell me where the laundromat is Why didn't I come along in the cab he had called His grandmother was from Orl Link to comment
Luc Posted March 15, 2007 Share Posted March 15, 2007 I really like this poem. Your comment that it is based on real life events makes it even more intriguing. I love writing (poetry or prose) that captures what is essentially one scene from a life. And the way you have written this makes it feel like one of those moments that don Link to comment
Bondwriter Posted March 16, 2007 Author Share Posted March 16, 2007 Thanks a lot for your in-depth analysis. The real-life events comment was a shameless marketing trick I learned at Caprine U. It was no lie, but intended to intrigue; glad it worked! The old guy in the poem claimed he was the real-life model for Rambo. He was living in the same motel turned into apartments I did in Iowa City. I found out later David Morrell, who wrote First Blood, had actually been the guy's neighbor. So there could have been some truth to his claim. But well, Rambo had turned into a pathetic flabby drunk. He actually offered to hook me up with the prostitutes he knew! I declined. This whole evening at the laundromat still sticks as one of these weird, uncomfortable moments that also add a little spice to life. It was also quite different from the drunk-in-a-bar encounter a lot of us have experienced all too many times. I got stuck until the whole laundry thing was over, plus I was two or three miles away from home. The very exotic environment with the big TV, the bar, the pinball machines (this was 10 years ago); it was inspirational at least for this. Link to comment
AFriendlyFace Posted June 5, 2008 Share Posted June 5, 2008 What a wonderful review Luc gave! I can hardly add much to that, especially since I pretty much agreed with him on all points. Particularly: I even thought of a corpse he'd have to get rid of The meaning is clear. His laundry bag looked big and heavy enough to have really been a body. I reworked the line different ways in my head but none of them fit with the style of your poem. The line is, for want of a better way to describe it, a Link to comment
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