Halfway to Hanoi
I was barely halfway to Hanoi
when I grew tired,
of just about everything ..
Of sleeping
with strangers and so many
other things besides ..
Indeed, I am now almost too
ashamed to even
think about most of them ..
That’s when,
she said, welcome to your
very own oblivion
so now consider yourself
well warned ..
Just be sure I shall feed you
if and when you
become helplessly hungry ..
But in the meantime,
please accept my sincerest
of greetings
and these ones too,
from your personal Dachau ..
On reflection,
I seem to think, it might have
been then,
I fell hopelessly in love with
those big blue
mascaraed eyelashes of hers ..
And when she did
eventually notice me staring
at them, she smiled ..
And asked how many hurts
was I prepared
to share with her there today ..
While all the while
curiously examining a fresh
burn, she was
busy creating upon her near
perfect nakedness ..
And in the very next breath,
the scent of fresh
napalm, began to fill our arena ..
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Author:
Neville (
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- Comment from author about the poem: because its not all about love, fluffy pink bunnies, red ribbons and rainbows .. 🤍
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Comments14
Excellent write Nevilie
Blimey ta Tony
You're welcome
Hmm, and thus begins the latest new chapter of Last Train from Canton. As steamy and passionate as eager hearts wanted, ah, how excellently rendered with appropriate imagery and such a taunting poignancy, don't ask us where we found ourselves after the indulgence. Lovely. Thank you for sharing.
Just be sure to wash ya hands before you make breakfast Missy .. Many serious thanks are winging their way to you .. Cheers 🍷Neville
Since I did last night's dishes first then methinks I pulled dat off.
Sometimes we get stuck into it and other times we’re just plain stuck!
it all happened a very long time ago ..
Good muscle-memory!
and all done with no mirrors or scars
Once again you provoke the thoughts of the reader, or maybe I am just dense (totally possible... probable). A holocaust of thoughts that on an individual level is life with a borderline personality that finds no joy in life vacilating in energy filled withj feelings of shame living in a living hell of their own and creating the same for others. Often self abusive the question is whether the last reference to napalm is a metaphor for the personality or a reference to an actual holocaust. Very nice Neville
You should know better than to ask sir .. since you know only too well (being one yourself) that a true gentleman neva tells .. But thanks for asking anyway .. N
Storytelling at its best!
That'll do nicely, thank you so muchly .. Neville
DeJa Vu, I swear I've read this before. 😁
Just in case anyone might venture here again after me, .. this guy moves like a tiger on Vaseline .. that's a dubble cheers AP .. N 😎👍
Honest and exploitative-not fluffy- with a dash of regret? Thank you for bringing reality to your stories, Nev…
You may not believe this Parisab, but I had been thinking about you lately and hoping you have been on vacation or at least engaging in something enjoyable .. It is therefore both a relief and a pleasure to see you here .. I do hope you intend lingering longer .. you have been missed .. Oh' and before I go off on too much of a tangent, please accept the following huge THANK YOU .. Neville
Good write N. I was more parochial (local) with my poem 'Halfway to the Co-op!' lol.
Why am I not surprised .. Please don't answer that Orchidee .. N
From the responses above, I think I won’t stick around to add to the confusion and not contemplate those big blue mascaraed eyelashes and self-harm either, Neville.
Nothing wrong of itself with not being about love – each to their own……
No worries mate, I'm just glad you checked in and checked out the letters I splashed here .. Cheers, Neville
A chance encounter interrupted by a man-made firebomb. A journey that culminates in an ending. Your story rings of truth and validity, it is brutal honesty, no sugar coating, based on experience I assume. A stark telling of a true tale. I enjoyed the surprise ending. - Phil A.
Damn, I know I have said it before, but you really are so bloomin good at this game Phil .. I wasn't going to let on, but this particular scribble reflects quite accurately a period of time and series of events that took place during the first of my two gap years .. The rest is now ancient history .. Many serious thank Q's ..
A thought provoking,
melancholy
and heart rendering
poem and story,
awesome
presentation my friend!! 🏅
My pleasure to read indeed!!
Best regards ✌️ Thad
You really are most kind. Thank you .. Neville
Brilliant.
Thank you Thomas.
Love can come i so many ways Neville.
Andy
and it hurts every single time .. ta Sir Finch60 ..
Wow. This is sadness coming at you from different directions. If it helps, you have my respect for what you have endured.
Bless you. I'll take that as a yes then Dan .. Cheers sir .. Neville
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