the age I am now yells about pomegranates
and how the seeds take root in no cutting zone territories
curly red ringlets have nickels in them now
and they don't look fashionable
and they don't look cool
planting roses at 3:a.m.
bare feet the color of miracle grow
green crystalline under my toes
when drinking boxed wine
out of crystal goblets is just as good
as courvoisier drank from paper cups
the age I am now still calls for
a new tattoo on my birthdy
harley boots and hip-huggers
peace signs and happy face pins
I can still play stick ball in the street
with remy the russian and he still
doesn't understand the rules
louisville sluggers are for battiing
rancid fruit across the rooftops not
for hitting rocks with a stick in the
middle of o'byrne street after leaving
the
most
excellent
bar fight
ever
the age I am now
finds me thinking that
praying mantis really could be aliens
'cause it would be awfully egotistical of us
to think that we are the only ones kicking and screaming
while I dance in the rose garden leaving thorns embedded
in flesh
that's too old to fall in love for the first time
but way too young to fall in love for the last time
Author notes
Prompt--Write about the age you are now.
A contest entry
- Age by Emmyb.
700 points, ended August 30, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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I hear that female preying mantises gobble their boy friends in a VERY SPECIAL WAY - a terminal mouthful one might say. It really gives a new meaning to "going down the wrong way" doesn't it, dearie?
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brilliant poem. i love your use of images and senses. very pretty. very detailed.
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perfect. no need to say more.
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Oh yes yes yes!
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Seems to me you are just the right age. Lets hop on my bike and run to Cullman. Ala, to the Denneys. It's one of the best ones.
I totally agree with you on them praying mantis's. They watch too much and don't say anything.
Joe
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