A boy out of school
for a long summer vacation
is bored as all hell
with high expectations
he sees her:
his mom
his mother is there
and is exceptionally annoyed
with the constant presence
of her own little boy
she tells him:
"Go for a walk...learn something"
he walks on
he walks into a graveyard
and the air was stone cold
as a graveyard's usually is
and he stopped and made sure
the stone wasn't his
he sees her:
a nun
bible in hand
with black and white apparel
she has lived a long life
and yet a life that is sterile
she tells him:
"It's a small world when you put it in a cemetery"
he walks on
he walks into a country club
the wine so expensive
the grass is so green
off the walls bounce the echoes
of what nobody means
he sees him:
a slum-dog
with hate in his eyes
and drugs in his blood
for his entire life
he has been treated like mood
he tells him:
"sometimes the truth isn't enough"
he walks on
he walks upon a fashion show
and the mood was soft
and the music mellow
the women were beautiful
the clothes were yellow
he sees him:
the drunken hobo
alcohol from his eyeballs
like blood from a cut
with a nose like a tomato
and an awful beer gut
he tells him:
"It's not what goes into your mouth that is evil...it's what comes out"
he walks on
back home
his mother asks him what he has learned
she wants only truth and not lies
the boy ponders the thought and says
not everyone live but everyone dies
Comments
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Wow - I really liked this. The concept is stunning, the expression, while simple, gets the message across with a feeling of innocence. The narrative story-type feel of it really got me.
If I make one small suggestion, in the 13th stanza down, I think you meant 'mud' rather than 'mood'?
There were some great lines in this, but my favorite had to be:
"off the walls bounce the echoes
of what nobody means"
No doubt about it, I'll be looking at more of your stuff. Good write.

