Ally taught me a lot of things
growing up. True some I would’ve
picked up anyway on my own.
But lets not split hairs here.
Not right or wrong things.
I had an old man for that.
Stuff like hot wiring a car
rolling a joint running downhill
in the rain, and the cemeteries
night-watchman’s daughter
gave blow jobs.
Eight years older then me
he took me under his wing, walked
me through my teen years.
Now days he’d probably be diagnosed
as a person with
latent homosexual tendencies
towards me.
Even if that was the case.
Him now six-nine
me sixty-one.
I still wouldn’t have the balls
to question him on it, and.
I wouldn’t recommend you do either.
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i say it all the time but you have a great way of telling a story,and as the comment below says about people touching our lives in some sort of way, its very true, i love this one as i do many of your writes, i love how you finish this write its great stuff
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Great write Fanniesson. I guts and glory poem for the way life was. It's funny how people touch our lives and what we remember about it.
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haha! Yes!!
Stanza three is my favorite.
(You're bloody brilliant.)
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The ways of the human heart are dark and deep. I have loved other men but it has always been associated with their willingness to back me up in a fight. I guess violence stands in for sex as the glue in hetro male love. Good poem.
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