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won at auction

Ceramic tile holds much meaning,
remembering six years spent in Oak Street shower.
Still, with my new purchase, my investment plan,
I've no need to recall those days.

Lifting the back of toilet, gloved hands
reach into the silo to release the clog.
Although disbelief shouted at the lawyer's office,
I am convinced this house is 30 years vacant.

Replacing lid with slight boredom
kept my wandering eyes amused.
Shadow in the corner,
behind a crusted rag.

Reaching in with curious palms,
a brush of powder met my journey.
Grasping the magazine,
I saved it from further aging.

1946, April
the binding smelled of tissue.
A pyramid digging emblazoned the front.

On page six, after a night-cream advertisement,
the Doctor was praised for having found corpse.

Page 63, a street-car companion.
Harley- Davidson did love the dramatics.

My arthritis complaining,
I stretch the jeans to rise up.
Should take about four months
to fix our new home tip-top.


Author notes

Prompt:
Rushed
For this prompt you will rush. Time yourself and write either the best poem EVER. or the worst. Then in the author's notes put the time.


24 minutes.
and a whiskey

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  • ecrivain01
    April 20, 2008

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    Intriguing write ...

    and oddly, there's a lateral connection to the one of mine you just read.


  • NeonRose
    April 18, 2008

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    This reminds me of a friend of mine who was "addicted" to the smell of old National Geographics magazines that had been stored in a damp basement...but that's another story...love yours!


  • j-ay rose
    April 17, 2008

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    i totally expected it to be a pervy magazine a shy little boy or dirty old guy hid.

    so its sadness & whisky that fuel your words? maybe the sadness is just tainted perception.


  • malmadre gold member
    April 17, 2008

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    Excellent storyline..I like to poke around in old houses, it's quite like a history lesson. I know that you are a young fellow, but you write like an actor who puts himself into the role.. and play the part so well!


  • Annexed Josephine
    April 17, 2008

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    this was very manly. so you should get some points for that. i'd feel bad if you're not a man though. thanks for also telling me what you're drinking as well as how much time this took.

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