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bobby_dang

2008-12-25 13:23:28

Creative Writing

ma died when I was five.
hung herself outside the barn.
she prayed to God it'd be quick.
He lied.

raised by dad--
who 'uz never around.
and when he was, showed me the back of his hand.

ran away.
hitched trains, and did coke.
sucked cock too; for coins.
but what's a young boy to do?
get high. survive. fuck UUUUUuuuuus.

an anonymous holding anonymous regrets.
even God--as busy as he is--can forget these
forget me.

old men. false promises. tangerine stains.
graffiti art, winter stars, and lorraine--
let's dance macabre;
the only dance we know

so it goes.
Comments

Hogan

Hogan

2008-12-25 18:28:20

Nice Christmas poem. Honestly.

Jackson

Jackson

2008-12-26 02:59:15

I don't get the "UUUUuuuus", but the rest is very moving, in a modern Gothic way



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