Open Poetry #25 |
aftermath of a water balloon |
noah j Member
since 2003-03-05
Posts 82on the open road with the wind blowing in my hair |
his eyes open slowly as he sees his drenched clothes clinging to his skin and bones with brain stuck somewhere in the head he stirs slowly but only to remove broken bits of balloon off his wet and dirty clothes (all that remains of the water balloon is the wetness around and on the man) the man pokes his hands in his front pockets fishes for a pair of shiny new quarters buys a coke and then sits down thinking to himself first shower in days. the only people for me are the mad ones-mad to live, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at once--jack kerouac |
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rubberband Junior Member
since 2002-01-04
Posts 26Will be half Swiss one day |
That is a very odd poem, but that is what makes it neat. |
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