wait till the midnight hour
i have one regret about the time i spent in braddock. when the mayor took me on the "tour" of the town, we went inside one of the abandoned houses. whoever lived in this particular house left in a real hurry, and when they left, they left everything. the contents of their life was all over the floor, and we walked on top of it. in one room, on the second floor, there were three records on the floor-- no record sleeves. i can't believe i didn't go further into that room to find what records were left behind. i guess i want to pretend it was something like wilson pickett or sam cooke, or maybe something the poles would appreciate like fryderyk chopin or stanislaw moniuszko-- i definitely just looked up those names.
i went back to that house by myself to get pictures, but i was afraid to go back inside alone. i want that detail. i want to know what songs were on the player. i'm a little angry with myself for being such a wimp.
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there's some more stuff i think i have to read before i try to put the images filed away into poems. there's some stuff i need to know. the easiest thing, i think, is that i need to find out what part of the process those "torpedo" cars or "sub" cars are involved in at the mill. i know i've read about it and seen pictures of them before, but now it's personal and i need to locate whatever book i read about them in again, and this time i need to remember. i also need to finish out of this furnace-- i am so not used to the time involved with fiction. finally, i need to try to understand once and for all why the steel industry collapsed. i sort of get it. i know it involved the oil crisis in 1974, and some kind of tube, and the war. oooh, i am so smart. when i say i need to understand, i mean i want to be able to summarize in complete sentences what happened, and then be able to field a question or two from the audience. to do this, i think i need to get big steel out of the library again. i seem to remember that book being boring enough to be insightful. then, once i can complete my summary, i think i will be ready to write a smart poem that hinges on the word collapse.
i went back to that house by myself to get pictures, but i was afraid to go back inside alone. i want that detail. i want to know what songs were on the player. i'm a little angry with myself for being such a wimp.
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there's some more stuff i think i have to read before i try to put the images filed away into poems. there's some stuff i need to know. the easiest thing, i think, is that i need to find out what part of the process those "torpedo" cars or "sub" cars are involved in at the mill. i know i've read about it and seen pictures of them before, but now it's personal and i need to locate whatever book i read about them in again, and this time i need to remember. i also need to finish out of this furnace-- i am so not used to the time involved with fiction. finally, i need to try to understand once and for all why the steel industry collapsed. i sort of get it. i know it involved the oil crisis in 1974, and some kind of tube, and the war. oooh, i am so smart. when i say i need to understand, i mean i want to be able to summarize in complete sentences what happened, and then be able to field a question or two from the audience. to do this, i think i need to get big steel out of the library again. i seem to remember that book being boring enough to be insightful. then, once i can complete my summary, i think i will be ready to write a smart poem that hinges on the word collapse.