"Our little bachelor pad"
That's what you called it.
My junior year in highschool.
I never saw you that much.
You were dealing drugs and
working construction with Charlie.
You bought me a motorcycle,
and sometimes, on the weekends,
we would go to Pier 1 imports,
and buy thousands of dollars
worth of useless shit that
never left the box.
Next door was that
famous ceramicist, but I can
never recall her name.
In the morning, while I would be
washing dishes. I would see
her in her backyard, smoking a joint
and kicking out a vase. She
must of been 70 at the time.
Boy, she was a hoot.
The catcher from the Dodger's
had the house across the street.
Mike Piazza, or some shit similiar.
Maybe one Z, but anyway, I used
to get off on pulling up next to him
(On my motorcycle)
on his tenspeed while he would be
exercising in the morning, and I would
be going to school... I would say,
"Hey Mike?"
And he would try to ignore me,
but then I would say.
"Overpaid fat pretentious jock, you
SUCK! AND SO DO THE DODGERS!"
He would start screaming, and swearing
he was "going to pound me!" I would
keep three good feet in front of him.
All the way down the mountain. Then,
at the stop sign at the bottom? I would
wait for him to get right on top of me...
Drop my clutch and smoke
that chubby bastard out.
Sweet sixteen,
Sweet, sweet,
sixteen.
Author notes
Written January 10th, 2004
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A contest entry
- A Place Called Home by zdmckay.
300 points, ended May 18, 2004, 12 entries
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hehehe this poem had me laughing at the end which is always nice. fantastic poem, SO different to all the other stuff you find on this site, this had a weight of personality, honesty and style behind it - true art. the fact you use people's names is also nice to read and the recollections of memories are pretty touching. this was a joy to read, keep writing you rown stuff in your own great style, you've got real talent. take care friend. -Jamie
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That was pretty funny. I enjoyed reading that. I can't really imagine life that way but it was so descriptive I had no choice but to imagine it. Great job. Thanks for entering.
zee
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it's prettily rocknroll. almost stark and so very real.
Lisbourne -
this is fucking hilarious.
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sigh a ride on one slide in your water park. yes, it hits all the emotions it is supposed to hit, yes, indeed. and the shape of the words on the page are so pretty too.
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Well done. It's an excellent slice of life with something any baseball fan can relate to. But beyond that it leaves one to think about the simple humanity of 'heros', in a yesteryear. I'm curious, in the line :
Mike Piazza, or some shit similiar.
Maybe one Z, but anyway, I use
to get off on pulling up next to him
did you mean used ?
I quite like the way this illustrates .. a sense of 'common' ..yet at the same time rises above it.
~~whims -
this has great flow and reads very much like a story. I love poetry that reads like that. too bad the site's bein dumb right now or else i'd be able to see your picture. Your poem kept me goin until the end. Really great.
Rae -
Rock On!
A powerful reminiscence in superb phrasing and construction.
This reminds me of an old 8mm home video - kind of jerky and choppy and filled with bits of lint and scratches, but its an honest glimpse of your past when you were who you aren't now.
Cool. I love your rock'n'roll word songs.
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