Owed to Katrina (a poem in progress) (c) 2015
Below, is a ruff draft of a piece that I am working on about Katrina. I will perform this as a spoken word...
One of the themes is about regret of the past. The narrator is riding out Hurricane Katrina and remembering his first love. Fearing that he will die during the storm he is trying to get the gumption to call his ex- love. As his house and things are getting destroyed he thinks about all the things he will tell her.
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Came and made her presence known in my home round 6 a m. Clear water became blood red when the pipes broke and let the dirt and rust in. The wind hisses her name "Katrina." -it did to me. They say you never get over your first love. Lines fell to the ground. Still have my cell phone and I never forgot her number. She used to love me a lot. "Does she remember me?" I wonder.
"Been thinking we could start again. I can be the man she wanted/needed back then."
The waters rose, seeped in through the cracks. And I remembered all those tears. All those times you took me back (back and forth again).
-and I just kept looking at my cell phone.
I lit a candle. -spark the flame. "Baby, I've changed."
The winds hiss, calling her name-
They told me to leave town. They warned me that I'd get killed when the storm comes-
"Before I die girl I just wanted to let you know." Looked outside my window it is night at noon. I hear my train coming it is a tornado. Will this be my last ride? Wish you were by my side. I made a deal to get you back many highs and drunks ago.
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One of the themes is about regret of the past. The narrator is riding out Hurricane Katrina and remembering his first love. Fearing that he will die during the storm he is trying to get the gumption to call his ex- love. As his house and things are getting destroyed he thinks about all the things he will tell her.
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Came and made her presence known in my home round 6 a m. Clear water became blood red when the pipes broke and let the dirt and rust in. The wind hisses her name "Katrina." -it did to me. They say you never get over your first love. Lines fell to the ground. Still have my cell phone and I never forgot her number. She used to love me a lot. "Does she remember me?" I wonder.
"Been thinking we could start again. I can be the man she wanted/needed back then."
The waters rose, seeped in through the cracks. And I remembered all those tears. All those times you took me back (back and forth again).
-and I just kept looking at my cell phone.
I lit a candle. -spark the flame. "Baby, I've changed."
The winds hiss, calling her name-
They told me to leave town. They warned me that I'd get killed when the storm comes-
"Before I die girl I just wanted to let you know." Looked outside my window it is night at noon. I hear my train coming it is a tornado. Will this be my last ride? Wish you were by my side. I made a deal to get you back many highs and drunks ago.
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