some words

oldermanolderman Posts: 1,765
edited March 2007 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
MUTATIONS OF MORTALITY FROM COLLECTIONS OF LATE CHILDHOOD

There’s never been a time of flowing waters without death,
My friend lies face down
In Indian Creek, no longer alive

His laughter n’er again to a common sound,
No glory, only darkest night,
As of this day,
I will see him no more

Sleep evades me some amber darkened day,
Skylights temper choices
We have made sober truths
And promises to keep

I remember a July when all was forever
Flowing water thru the end of the line
A state of Dakota
A love named Susan
So began my manhood

All is ok for now, isn’t it?

Answer me, big brother,
You’re the one who told me it would be ok…
Yet you’ve grown older just like me,
Today is the best day, after all
Down the street you can hear her scream youre a disgrace
As she slams the door in his drunken face
And now he stands outside
And all the neighbours start to gossip and drool
He cries oh, girl you must be mad,
What happened to the sweet love you and me had?
Against the door he leans and starts a scene,
And his tears fall and burn the garden green
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