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Poem

Posted by: Steve Bagley

The line between
tumult
And serenity
Has disappeared

Maybe
I am standing on it

“I’ve been Battling”
Johnny Football once told me
“With myself”

Smoking with purpose
Eyes sunk and black
Bristled whiskers grown thick on a face

Heavy with concern

Sighting his fist and middle finger
Up against the 90 watt bulb
That is the moon
Hanging between the oaks
Like a sniper
Closing an eye

Only in western Massachusetts woods
Have I seen the moon and sky
Present themselves
With such
Peculiar nakedness

Like they trust only the fools and wanted men
Enough
To show their true ugly

“Fuck the whole fantasy kingdom princess
Disney love thing”
Johnny says

And flicks the cigarette
With a thick thumb and forefinger

The speck of orange glow
Arching over the lawn
And into the road

This entry was posted by Ben Myers, on Thursday, September 07, 2006. You can leave your response.

“Poem”

  1. Blogger Ben Myers Says:
    6:25 PM  

    Of all the cats, what a character to write about!

    Who could ignore a character that during random moments of drug use, flirtations with hot females and exotic violence on the rugby pitch, was liable to blurt out, "I HATE MY DAD!"
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