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skirts and jeans

Contributed by iodinelove on Tuesday, 6th February 2007 @ 06:43:23 PM in AEST
Topic: oops



Down a winding dirt road
To the right of the mailbox
Left of the highway
Going straight
Always forward
An old woman
Said to me
After congratulating me
On my vibrant aura
And me smiling faintly
Telling her what
Direction
She needed to be
She said she
Chose
Her direction
Long ago

She left it at that
Walked away
Leaving me to feel
The east wind
Consider the
Taste of my poetry
At the edge of it’s throat

I got high that night
And that old lady
Her yellow broken teeth
Her thin strands of old snow
Her desert stretched and browning skin
Stayed with me

It’s funny the people you meet
The people you never get close to
The people you forget
The people who make you change

An old drunk cowboy
Told me I’d
Rule the world
One day
The flies around him abbreviating
His Condition
His health
He said
Gave him a reason
To drink

A bum one day on a bench
Cried to god to die
And said to me
Go home, boy; live life
Stop being afraid

Another old man
Hailed from West Virginia
Would point at the girls and say
The fine art of life boy
Skirts and jeans

For a long time I didn’t
Understand

It was laughter

He meant laughter




Copyright © iodinelove ... [ 2007-02-06 18:43:23]
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Re: skirts and jeans (User Rating: 1 )
by Fionndruinne on Tuesday, 6th February 2007 @ 08:29:42 PM AEST
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Impressive. There is so much humanity to this, and emotions which we can identify with. Still more is this admirable for its laid-backness, so to speak; it says what it says without struggling. Something which, I'd imagine, did not come about without some struggles with pen, paper and thought, but the fruit is good indeed.

Well done.

Andrew




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