I’m back in Chicago with one large plastic bag
stuffed with everything I own.
The bus ride from Benton Harbor Michigan
had been a long exhausting five hour ride. I
thought about a lot, not so much the man
who laid across two seats with smelly feet
hanging in the aisle.
Nor the maniac who sat behind me talking to himself--
something about carving skin like wood.
It was what happened before the bus ride: Coming
home finding my girlfriend with another man; her big
butt tooted in the air, him banging her viciously
from behind.
All this while Whitney Huston sang her heart out
on cd.
I dread facing my Father; his hard
disappointed stares, standing in the same spot
as before: where he wiped the corners of his mouth,
told me it was a mistake-- moving in with that woman.
And what about school --he said.
Those words whisked by me; I was a man in love,
twenty two, with a throbbing penis.
Now all I want is for him to flick at my face, give
me two for flinching, tell me to fire up the grill,
throw some beers in the cooler, and entertain
ourselves by watching the neighbor
beat the hell out of his wife.
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A contest entry
- The Ten by lowercase prelude.
500 points, ended July 20, 21 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Come on be blunt! I'm not sensitive, so if something sucks or needs to be changed, let me know.
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damn, love this. equal parts grit, equal parts splender
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thanks alot for taking time to read it. much love
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That packed a punch alright. How many people leave thier lives with one plastic bag full of everything they own. I dunno, tis gotta be alot though. Anyway thanks for that poem. I liked.
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thank u much for checking it out
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This is amazing. I can't put my finger on it as for WHY it is amazing, but it is.
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aww. thanks a lot
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