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Nate (Open #1) |
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Alicat Member Elite
since 1999-05-23
Posts 4094Coastal Texas 
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I was eight, thin, no weight Had three elders, Anne, Tim, Nate Nate was the baby before I came Eight years my senior, never tame Pampered and coddled, he was like Dad Just a lazy drunken old bag But he played lead guitar, had a band Had a good ear, but not a good hand He and his buds in the garage Drunken and high, writing garbage I played violin, earning his scorn It became clear he wished me unborn One afternoon, I heard him in the attic Or the Bar, where Dad could be an addict In peace, drunken and surly, never a tab Bottles of whiskey turning meat into flab I heard Nate play, his best I'd bet Tuned my violin and made a duet But off, discordant sound for Pop For Nate dropped a chord and stopped Dad got up for another, while Nate sat And I saw Dad in his face, getting fat Something snapped...I know it wasn't fair But I went off on Nate, with Dad the pair He blew me off, got sullen, then angry When I slapped his face with "LOOK AT ME!!" That did it, his face shut down Leaving nothing but a thoughtful frown I bolted, violin in hand, steps by four Locking and bolting bathroom doors Frame buckles, wood splinters fly Saved by a horn beeping outside Seems Mom and siblings went shopping Saving me from a thwomping So I moved past ruined door, looking about Nate's in the garage, the lousy lout I sneak to Anne's room, and slip outside Mom has company and spies Me still carrying my violin case Asks if I can give a taste I smile, unship, rosin and tune Played a silly piece I called "Mayflies in June" I look up and see the rifle bore aimed at me Nate looking through the scope at me A long thin ugly note from my violin And my world explodes *written upon waking from a VERY realistic dream* Alicat, the Persnikitty “It is not the strongest of the species that survive, nor the most intelligent, but the one most responsive to change.” Charles Darwin |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Ali~ Man ! That was such realistic phrasing of your bad dream. The thoughts were chilling. ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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Charisma
since 2000-09-30
Posts 5906lost in blue pages |
oh my......really shivering....very realistic write. well done Charisma |
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dgvarner Member Elite
since 2000-05-13
Posts 3552High Springs, Florida |
i remember reading this one posted in voices.. i'm glad it was only a dream!  , g"maybe one day we can turn and face our fears maybe one day we can reach out through our tears..." -a grant |
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