Bar at East Capitol Road
by XXXX
My friend, drunk, spoke to me
outside a bar where we hung out;
and his eyes were red from tiredness,
from the alcohol, from the cigarette smoke,
and he told me about his grandmother,
who pissed herself
outside his uncle's gate
because he refused to let her in,
and how he wept in pity and despair.
In duly blooming like a lily flower,
I saw within him a he that is more he than he;
his insides were outside, and broken,
but I stood there, saying,
to me, lovely, you are magnificent;
night sky exploding with galaxies:
he, only light.
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Very nice. I like the stark contrast of the human and the cosmic.
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though I had to read this several times, and not sure I follow:
"a he that is more he and than he"
I actually like that line, and I like the narrator's uncertainty there--the idea that we know what's outside better than we know what's inside.*
I like the energy/imagery/insight/revelation of it vury much
(though first line of second stanza, to me, reads like a sonic tongue-twister).