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RSWells
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0 posted 2001-07-15 06:52 PM



One more than a dirty dozen we
in our extended family,
semi urban adolescents
learning to spread our wings to free,
some abused, some neglected,
in our "gang" we felt protected,
metamorphic teens resented
that by none were we respected.

Braun schoolyard was "where it's at"
there we lied, smoked, drank, cursed, spat,
too we sang, fought, Loved, play games,
some shot hoops while others sat.
Tightly knit each found his niche,
stands on race and war were switched,
we all had some wild nicknames
that really stuck if you dare *****.

Oh, the stories I might tell,
there for hours I could dwell,
police and others thought us dregs
believed our futures led to hell.
In that coming of the age,
aquarius and "Nam's" rage,
we smoked weed and stole beerkegs
drifting off to girls engage.

But my writing's at this point,
from days of LSD and joints,
boys now range lawyers and yeggs
in life succeed and disappoint,
would be the quiet of the group,
some even thought him just our dupe,
bispeckled, plain, thin, near all leg,
who in those years shared with us a stoop.

Some found fortune and they like her,
others restless (I hichhiker),
the path chosen by Jimmy Beggs
was to be a big bad biker.
So tattoo'd he roared around,
pack of lowlifes he'd surround,
naive girls they would debauch,
lifestyle sure to run aground.
Last night he came to me in a dream,
his simple features sad it seemed
a kinder memory's stopwatch
where his innocence is redeemed.

Jimmy took an acid trip,
lost patience with another's lip
outside a bar in McKees Rocks
a punctuated silver tip.
Hallucinated life was freed,
doubtless at a tortured speed,
lynch mob's melting faces gawked
at growing crimson circles bleed.

Some schoolyard boys would later hoist
to toast their old friend in one voice,
but not his outline made of chalk
nor the quiet boy's ill fated choice.

"Oh what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to decieve"

© Copyright 2001 Richard S. Wells jr. - All Rights Reserved
MARK V SHELDON
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1 posted 2001-07-15 07:05 PM


Powerful story;  crafted form;  lingering thoughts...  Your writing hits home, Richard.  Very well crafted.

-MVS

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2 posted 2001-07-15 08:26 PM


WOW!  Richard that was one hell of a story!  Extremely well done, and the last stanza was dynamite!  Kudos, on an excellent poem, psst..festival material!

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3 posted 2001-07-15 08:30 PM


You told this story well.  Drew me in from the beginning and just didn't let go.  Very good write.

All writing comes
by the grace of God.
-Ralph Waldo Emerson

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4 posted 2001-07-15 10:44 PM


I realize that some of what I am compelled to write may make some uncomfortable, but I can only draw from my experiences since I lack the imagination of other more fanciful writers. Poor Jimmy Beggs died on a sidewalk in a sleezy part of Pittsburgh and no one should have to do that. Sure it was his choice but imagine (if you can) being on acid when your life slips away. I don't hale from the land of flora and fauna and occasionally I will draw from some very guttural experiences.

"Oh what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to decieve"

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5 posted 2001-07-16 01:05 AM


powerful story, I'm glad you made it through it
can't unscramble eggs, but you may help others from scrambling theirs with your stories

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6 posted 2001-07-16 06:52 AM


this read like a ballad, a very real story and it was refreshing yet tragic, of course. Sounds like a neighborhood I remember....

"It's easier to kill love than to nurture it" Fred Hardesty

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7 posted 2001-07-27 12:03 PM



Ah yes...we need to read all kinds, for that is what life is weaved of....

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8 posted 2001-07-27 12:59 PM


i find the true life experiences more captivating..this was very well written.

                    ~Victoria~

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9 posted 2001-07-27 02:41 PM


What a powerful story. Sorry to hear what happens to some people.
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