four score and two weeks ago we were sitting on the curb of that busy street that was pocked with puddles even during a drought
we were basking in the sun and showering in the splash of semis and fixed gears
whistling through the holes in our hands at the girls across the way hey don't look at us that way our misogyny is only ironic.
our fathers imprisoned for impersonating false dietys wondered why we never visited as we sat and smoked menthols, discussed authors we'd never read
waiting
we swore silently winked at passerbys wandered to the overpass and dropped exhaled breath from the ledge
we sat on roofs with legs knocking on duplex windows smoking winking smiling like contented sharks, slept upright and speaking.
we made love without moving we tore our pants hopping fences we could have walked around
i whistled your name into the wind but never told you
A contest entry
- Pick A Prompt, Any Prompt, Now SET IT ON FIRE! by lunarlunacy.
765 points, ended November 7, 2008, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Makes me feel breathless reading it, the wayit is formatted and sans punctuation. An interesting opposite effect that I thought I would get from title.
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A most unusual prose poem, I liked your imagery, and the way you expressed your thoughts. Thanks for sharing.
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I can easily see why you were the honorable winner here.This poem speaks volumes.such care free days are lost to soon I think.I could picture every scene.You are a very gifted writer.Maybe I will try a differant style of writing.
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That was creative and astounding. I had to reread it. Its an excellent poem, keep em coming!
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the more i read this the more i like it
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dig it!! "tore our pants hopping fences we could have walked around" - just love that line. Thank you for entering, bodes well.
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