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    Every day is not

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    Three neon lights leer wanly,
    a fourth blinks,
    the one in the half-dark corner
    behind the shabby bar,
    the bartender leans there,
    half-smoked Marlboro in his mouth,
    half-smiled expression on his jaded unshaven face,
    he’s wiping beer glasses dirty
    with a chequered kitchen towel
    that has been washed for the last time
    some six hundred drunks ago,
    there’s disaster looming
    behind the greasy windows,
    and doom’s day dark jazz blasting
    through the sound system,
    I’ve put on my favourite electric blue jeans,
    applied gel to my hair,
    dabbed some Kenzo behind my ears,
    I smell like a perfumery unless you lean closer—
    but no one does—,
    close up I smell
    of filterless French brown tobacco cigarettes
    and Gordon’s Gin
    and Sunday despair,
    it has been a long long day
    since I woke up and listened to Morrissey
    whining that every day is like Sunday,
    thank God he’s only exaggerating,
    even if today feels
    like one of those half-lived eternities of boredom,
    but it’s a Sunday after all,
    so I empty Gin Tonic after Gin Tonic,
    smoke Gauloises and wait for Monday
    to creep up from the morgue…
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    my ex-classmate has been elected
    Designer of the year,
    my cousin is a renowned surgeon,
    and I sit alone at my computer,
    worn-out striped slippers on my feet,
    listen to Sigur Rós singing “Varđeldur”,
    swallow cheap sobs with glasses
    of cheap red table wine,
    type some listless lines,
    hope for glory,
    which has better things to do
    than come my way
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    Your second brings to mind Drogo of The Tartar Steppe and his wait for a moment of glory. Your first aches for all the lonely...
    Years and decades pass... A silent acceptance pervades both poems which only increases their poignancy.

    Thanks for them.

    Bar

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    oh wow, thanks, Bar! Glad you liked them. Was listening to some Dark Jazz (hey, until then I didn't even know that Dark Jazz existed!), and that inspired those lines, together with memories of Sunday boredom in my younger days…
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    that’s when my cocaine-addicted AD sniffles
    that my layout is not Bauhaus enough,
    when every step feels like
    trudging slowly over wet sand,
    when Armageddon really seems to be the only way out,
    when people get snappy on Wednesday,
    when streets are full of vicious lemurs,
    everyone waiting for me to stumble and fall,
    when my white new Nike sneakers are the only sunshine,
    when it’s the Black-album and 1987 all over again,
    when I know that back home my daily pill waits
    in its plastic box to prolong my life,
    and that it will send me to bed with a head-ache
    and no hard-on
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    and yet
    I still have my smile,
    three teeth missing,
    but honest and easy;
    as obsolete as it may seem,
    I have my words, my voice;
    I have my Nina Hagen-attitude,
    which makes me yell “Screw it! I’ll do it!”
    right into the faces
    of all the pricks and schmucks and skivers;
    I have my laugh;
    I have the placid certainty
    that where is s hit,
    there’s been a scrumptious meal before,
    and that glory remains
    a water drop on a hob;
    I have no money,
    but I have me.
    "Im Arm der Liebe schliefen wir selig ein…" ("Liebesode" - Otto Erich Hartleben)
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