Carsten Thomsen


Pennies From Heaven - Poem by Carsten Thomsen

The drunken tenants
had cornered me
Set up shop outside shop
outside doorway
to my apartment.

When asked why I never
stopped by, I told them
I was not a big fan of BBQ
goat hooves and
foreign tongue
conversation
but still sat down
for a Tiger
Horse and Elephant
beer while trying to find
an excuse to leave

They soon returned
to talking
amongst themselves
Loud voices and laughter
reverberating
amplifying
as it was thrown against
the tall building walls

In the middle of a
specially heated
argument we
heard the sound of metal
hitting the pavement.
First one, then more
Like Pennies from Heaven

One of them got up
and retrieved one
of the fallen objects
A bullet.
After a little
searching, one for each
member at the table.

We looked up, seeing nothing
but dark balcony windows
and the vast night sky
but understanding that, somewhere
up there, someone
was watching

The party died
after that and I got
to go home

Apparently God IS
listening or maybe
He just wants
his quiet too


Poet's Notes about The Poem

The story of me getting stopped outside my apartment by a group of loud drunk men. Been avoiding them before in favour of my Thai friends who I, after a decade + in this country, somewhat understand and whoose company I enjoy even if Im not taking part in the conversation.

The story with the bullets is a true story too though it happened some months ago when I was not in the country.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 28, 2012

Poem Edited: Sunday, March 31, 2013


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