RHommel Posted August 11, 2010 Share Posted August 11, 2010 This is the last one I have with bad language, but I think it's the best one with bad language I have. Just Outside the Tunnel Smoke? Blow? Smoke? Blow? Smoke? Blow? Come on, little girl… he sneered as I scurried past, pulling two big suitcases, kid sister in tow, down 42nd Street just outside the tunnel where she dropped us off pushing ten bucks into my hand on her way to the west side. Those were the days before danger, before Giuliani, before I lost my virginity to "Todd from Exton" on the train home from New York to my father's house. “You fucking creep! Do you have any idea how old my daughter is??!!” he spat into the receiver while I lay hiding under the blankets of my pink canopy bed feigning sleep. Smoke? Blow? Smoke? Blow? Smoke? Blow? Get high, little girl? You'd think it was high noon the way the lights lit up the place, people spilling out of the theaters in their furs after the last show, while men in trench coats ducked into windowless doors under the shadow of the insipid marquis blinking two and a half red Xs a glimmer of guilt in their quickened steps. The days before fear, before the war on drugs, before I ran away to Bourbon Street drinking my way through twelve states four fiancées and too many thankless jobs to count. “What do you mean I have to tip you out, you fuckwad? What did you do to protect me from that creep?” Smoke? Blow? Smoke? Blow? Smoke? Blow? Got a dime, little girl? Focus… focus! Eyes straight ahead now. Remember, don't look them in the eye. Don't look! Only two more blocks to Times Square and then it's the shuttle to Grand Central the four or the six uptown but not the Express! And whatever you do don’t go past 86th because then you'll be in Harlem and Harlem is no place for you this time of night. They were the days before love the days before hate… no strike that the days before apathy the days when little girls were safe from crumbling towers and angry fucking hurricanes and pizza kitchen murders and stupid, stupid, creepy boys. The days that blend together now and disappear between the shadows and the lights on 42nd Street just outside the tunnel. ~Rachel J. Hommel Audio version here. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Larsen M. Callirhoe Posted August 11, 2010 Share Posted August 11, 2010 (edited) very powerful rachel. i was a pizza kitchen head cook for awhile a pizza hut and a pizza cook at a italian resturant lol. i guess im creepy lol. you will noticethat i write allot of love poetry lol. your poem howa sign to a young sweet girl ho loses her inocence in acrazy fucked up world that manya times shows no love or remorse i can see a pattern in your poems. i lovetony and alekksandra's poetryand im starting to loveand enjoy reading your poetry. i do tendtowrite morethan most have patience for in apoem. thisreminded me pf the late70's or early 80's flick caled gloria. where the bad guyswant to kill a boy whoses family is murderedbby thugs and she protectstheboy andno one willhelp orcare the movie does havea happy ending. i think madonna didaremake of the movie her being the lady that protectstheboy. this is aclassic movie not like the garbagein theathersnowand the filth on tv thesedays. enjoyed it. had a beat and pulsey our poem that took on a life all its own. Edited August 11, 2010 by Larsen M. Callirhoe Quote Larsen M. Callirhoe Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RHommel Posted August 11, 2010 Author Share Posted August 11, 2010 Thanks, Victor. The pizza kitchen murders happened in New Orleans at The Louisiana Pizza Kitchen in the French Quarter in early 1997. Three men came into the place and got the entire staff into the cooler before killing them and then stealing the cash. They were discovered . It was the same year that the drunk boat captain ran his rice barge into the Riverwalk Mall there just before Christmas. I have seen that movie Gloria. I'm glad this reminded you of it. It captures the feeling I was going for pretty well from what I can recall of the film. I have patience for your poetry. I quite like it, actually. Thank you for the compliment. This was another of those that was written to be read aloud. ~Rachel Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Lake Posted August 12, 2010 Share Posted August 12, 2010 Hi Rachel, It is quite long, but not hard to read, I read it from the beginning to the end. I find you have two different channels (maybe more to come) to write your poems - long (as this one) and short (tanka). You have the courage to write about the dark side of the world, straight and blunt to the point. I really like the directness and smoothness in your language. Enjoyable read. Lake Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RHommel Posted August 12, 2010 Author Share Posted August 12, 2010 I find you have two different channels (maybe more to come) to write your poems - long (as this one) and short (tanka). Nope. That's pretty much it... two channels. :)) Thanks for the compliment! Much appreciated. ~Rachel Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RHommel Posted August 12, 2010 Author Share Posted August 12, 2010 You have the courage to write about the dark side of the world, straight and blunt to the point. Oh, and thanks for this too. That's pretty much how I live my life: blunt and to the point, and exposing the dark side of things to as bright a light as possible. I figure the only reason in the world that bad things happen to people is so that they can help other people when bad things happen to them. This is just one of the ways I do it. And yes, the circular logic in my reasoning is meant to be ironic. :icon_razz: ~Rachel Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
tonyv Posted August 12, 2010 Share Posted August 12, 2010 Fantastic poem and recording, Rachel! I listened while reading along. I especially like how characteristically and consistently you read the refrain. I noticed the discussion of the poem and its likeness to a movie. I have not seen that one, but what comes to my mind is the role of Jodie Foster in "Taxi Driver." There's too much good stuff to quote in this poem, but I'd like to point out a particularly vibrant part: Get high, little girl?You'd think it was high noon the way the lights lit up the place, people spilling out of the theaters in their furs after the last show, while men in trench coats ducked into windowless doors under the shadow of the insipid marquis blinking two and a half red Xs a glimmer of guilt in their quickened steps. It masterfully exposes the seedy side of life with an expert blend of prurient and pretentious. But really, the entire poem does that, and the reader is not without empathy. Tony Quote Here is a link to an index of my works on this site: tonyv's Member Archive topic Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RHommel Posted August 12, 2010 Author Share Posted August 12, 2010 It masterfully exposes the seedy side of life with an expert blend of prurient and pretentious. But really, the entire poem does that, and the reader is not without empathy. My face just got really hot from blushing. :icon_redface: Wow. I'm honored by your comments, Tony. Thank you. ~Rachel Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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