Coughing through a hazy cloud of sugar fog
forgotten subconciouse rises like the dregs
of powdered milk afloat inside my coffe cup
making me gag
a strawberry hardcandy pressed between my teeth,
and all I want
is a cigarett
like hyenas
I laugh into the darknes
and wonder why my neighbors,
don't like me.
Smoking my pipe outside
on my little ragatat
front porch
the railings
sway, in the breeze
take a big breath and ignore the smell of cow shit
permeating the air
from up north
across the street an old navy good ole boy
polishes up his medals
and tell me war stories
shouting,
over the pavement
and I laugh
at all the right places
pick scabs of paint
off of my front door
absentmindedly
and pause
to roll myself
another cigarett
thinking of a love long lost
and a new song,
in my soul
as I watch the snow melt
and it's only december
loud crude vigilanties outside the bar
hands cupped around our cigarett
smiling our yellow teeth and pink nose tips
exposed to the winds
that flow so bitterly across the half frozen lake.
and even here,
at home
I never thought it'd follow me
I trade tales under bidges
with junkies
and misbegotten woes of human beings
with a brown sack
around my,
zinfandel
passed around fingerless gloves
as the train rumbles poetry above our heads
and we scream and shout into its wake.
Below the train tracks.
Crouched low,
on top the ice.
we sing old trainyard blues
while some fella
plays the mouth harp
to keep us,
on time.
Please tell me what you think
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ahh, now i remember why i grew so fond of your poetry so long ago. it's been awhile, but this definitely took me back.
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I loved the neighbour part,Its funny how british people put a face on for people they dont really know,as for the cigarette bit i liked it without the "e" some mistakes can be good!
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Great job!
I could see the yellow teeth clearly and feel the snow melt in in December. I love the part about the train tracks and the train rumbling poetry in your heads. Good job!
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undercurrent through your piece is quite startling. words are chosen carefully, a real heartfelt one. just a triffle spelling mistake with cigarette though. Congrats.
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Well um, at first i was a little bit confused but then i re-read it and realised it is just a very clever ponder and an amazing thought process. Very cleverly done with a great choice of wording. I hate to critique but you have left the *e* of the end of cigarette, otherwise awesome job, bravo.
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