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Wednesday, October 05, 2005

The Last Spear

The last spear
After the hunt
Was the one that hurt the least
The one that drew no blood
Except for what was left

The last spear
That cinched the deal
Sliced like a hot knife through butter
Or that's what we tell our friends

The last spear
That neither raised
An eyebrow nor platitude
Poked in frustration
What was on the plate

k.

posted by Dive at 12:03 AM

2 Comments:

Blogger Dive said...

In the last couple of days, a few of my friends have asked me what this poem means and, in nuanced terms, how much to drink I had.

In short, I'll explain each section.

A. Disconnection, with a bag of inadequate potato chips
B. Ambition, but not really. Mostly the noise of shit talk.
C. Ambivalence, with years of disapointments competing equally with jadedness.

I hope you've also experienced these positive attributes while reading my only post for the month so far, but rest assured, there will be many, many more to follow.

Now. Go buy yourself an ice cream.

k.

11:43 PM  
Blogger Dive said...

Molly,

You are a genius!

k.

6:15 PM  

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