Open Poetry #47 |
A Man's Lament |
JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
desperation scorched his aching heart inner thoughts normal as madness will permit truth and lies comes in at tonnage weight still, if he doesn't use it even a teensy-weensy little bit nobody will know he has a heart leastways a part it isn't as if he hides it no not since the last tears fell just before it broke into jergillion little pieces can't put it back like it was even with Humpty-Dumpty's help he did not try when she said bye what's left of his once vibrant heart hurtful memories strewn among his consciousness whenever he wonders what caused it his recollections are sabotaged by dreams of gingerbread days and Harvest moon nights and love . . . right there on the living room floor he sees her breasts her hornet's nest splash of bright lights bedazzled the country boy gaunt, big-nosed shambling lad sassy-voiced angel of the night smiled a practiced smile all-knowing eyes, neon-blue electrical sparks zeroed in on the aw-shucks boy shot him a glance ritual dance giggled like a schoolgirl hot breath in his ear serpents' tongue followed his thudding heart, the painful ache her hands sought he uttered a strangled sob she, hard as nails fingers played Braille he found a lump where his throat used to be scent of her roared in his ears faux face painted on this honky-tonk crème de la crème took a long, measured look sizing up her coup de grâce he swallowed hard, then grinned the hook was set by sweet Yvette six months have past wedding and honeymoon black thoughts to him her darkness overwhelmed flashes of expert, specialized sexual innuendo took the lad for a wild ride along with his money and shattered heart she took a train he went insane ©May 27, 2006 / Jerry Pat Bolton [This message has been edited by JerryPat2 (11-13-2011 10:42 AM).] |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Wow, that was a wild ride Jerry! Good write! Lori |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Thanks, Lori, it is an "oldie," from back in '06. ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways ~*~ |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
What an unforgettable event in your life! Life lessons can be so difficult and almost impossible to completely remove from one's memory. I'm sure you're much wiser now and have learned that she did not represent all women. I trust your experiences have much improved over the years! Once bitten ~ twice shy! Linda |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Oh, I understand that she wasn't like most women, Linda, but have to admit it soured me on the female gender for a while. Thank you for being here in this part of my world. ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways ~*~ |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
what's left of his once vibrant heart hurtful memories strewn among his consciousness Those hurtful memories sure do cause us to build a lot of walls, don't they? Even when we know we wouldn't make the same mistakes again, we often opt to keep our heart-wallets firmly shut. Great write! |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Yes indeed we do erect those walls, suthern. I've been trying to dismantle my walls piece by piece for years now, but it seems the walls appear more than my desire to tear them down. Thank you. I believe you know what this poem is all about. ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways ~*~ |
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Michael
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Member Rara Avis
since 1999-08-13
Posts 7666California |
I could feel the ache in this on, JP. You're right, there's no puttin' it back together though... who knows, maybe there's a train out there for the insane to catch, and we've just missed it. Michael |
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