Latch key kid
to my coal heart
and he is moving on.
Promising
to write my name in
cigarette ash
and a lovely cancer
to never forget.
The Southern man
that keeps us all
sane
inside and out of
all our big words.
We would take over the world
playing Scrabble.
The four of us,
psychotic magicians
each and every one.
But time moves forward
and a summer
is only nuclear
once.
Author notes
A sad fare thee well to an excellent secret admirer.
In a list
A contest entry
- ~Going_ _Away~ -Party- by PurpleAnarch.
610 points, ended July 30, 2008, 6 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Silver to Gold by Age of Rain.
360 points, ended September 27, 2008, 24 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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this is very thoughtful.
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Great write. I think my shot at gold has diminished greatly. I still get a little tickle every time you mention the southerner or a reference to one of my poems.
Much love baby girl.
X.X.X.
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