Tully Broughton
still drives the same car
he bought in high school,
still drinks two beers
at the end of the bar
five nights a week
on his way home
from the mall.
Tully Broughton
has a kiosk
at The Glamourria off of I90 -
he sells things
that he makes in his garage
from things
that he finds on long walks.
Tully says,
"These are things I thought about
while walking."
He stays up late
turning springs and bottle caps
and smooth pieces of highway glass
into larger things that make people cry.
Tully Broughton
is working on his masterpiece:
437 acorns carved from bones.
Tully wants me to buy it.
Then he wants to kill me.
Author notes
acorns
A contest entry
- Collage by Cat.
3500 points, ended October 4, 2008, 22 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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damn. Is he from Midland, Texas?
I like this a lot. I really like the movement of the second stanza. Great use of the line there. Made me wanna read it again out loud. -
This is a really good piece, nicely detailed narrative with some very poignant moments... I like the way the entire poem is redefined by reading the final line...
thanks so much for entering this here...
al -
a clever take on the contest prompt for sure- the idea of the poem
really extends beyond status quo- i'm very impressed with the creativity of the piece-
glad to see you here scott
m
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sounds like the guy that stands at 89th street and North Miami Ave that I would run into at work all the time... though he carved animals out of styrophome cups lol...
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oh one more thing--what about using the word "things" twice in the second stanza--i am not so sure about that (maybe another word for one of those "things"?)
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I love how you tell stories. You are just perfect at it, and I really admire how you know we will all be waiting for the next Tully poem. I almost chose "acorns" as my prompt for this contest, and I guarantee you, I would never have been as creative as you are. I love this.
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