I don’t wanna see myself
30 years ago.
Keep your super 8 and
video tapes in the draw.
I rather remember.
Don’t wanna look at movies of me
at my daughter’s baptism, first communion,
wedding. Me holding a drink in both hands
making a damn fool of myself,
this as the camera pans the crowd and we
count how many of the guests are dead now.
Uncle Jerry ‘I’m sorry', what could I say?
You were always my favorite.
You know that,
but I don’t wanna see you dance
with Gina 'may she rest in peace also'.
Get my drift?
This is no way to spend a rainy Sunday afternoon.
I don’t care what the old lady says.
Visiting dead relatives via the DVD player.
The whole thing just creeps me out!
A contest entry
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700 points, ended May 6, 47 entries
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Comments
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This is really cool!
I like this, it made me think. I can understand what it's about i think too. It's about a two people watching old movies right? or is there more, something deeper? Cool! 3 arms up! (i don't have enough points to do it for real) -
This poem is very interesting. I liked it and it makes sense... kinda... but it doenst seem to speak to me on a certain level. I enjoyed it dont get me wrong. You have a very good voice and good perspective on thing.
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