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boy, and gravel
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boy, and gravel |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass 
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boy, and gravel throw throw throw whiskey flask in the ditch throw throw some day he will walk through those same mall stores throw or around those very buildings in the wetcool dark throw throw it’s a flat crush glass stuck together by the label throw throw those valets they will see him from their blacktop stand of pipe and light bulbs throw bird bird on the wire there throw throw they don’t have his keys yet throw off it flys into a torpid August throw throw now an edge of whiskey or the stink of bruised ragweed throw the label still holding throw throw those fashion ladies accentuating their way into Robinson’s May throw will be so obvious then throw pick a leaf, hit it now another throw facing away from the gray house the driveway bulldozed in through the sumac throw there’ll be magazines then and yes those flatbelly oriental girls throw their legs too fresh, library tan and lights shining up from the floor throw the far dust roll is a car coming throw tee shirt and acid sweat go behind the pokeberries when it passes throw the patterns will be there, the white marble parquet tiles throw throw a truck came last year with a load of rocks throw and a road grader, that was all throw throw waiting for DKNY Brooks Brothers brothers throw throw hard scent of glass in the ditch throw hit the future and throw |
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Sunnyone Member Ascendant
since 2000-07-06
Posts 5334Staffordshire, England |
For some reason, I get the impression that there is a lot more implied here than just a little boy throwing rocks at a whiskey bottle!!! Yes, I did enjoy this one, and am headed back for another read!!!! ~S~ Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
hit the future and...throw I'll have to study this one more when I'm in a philosophical mood |
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Sunshine
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Ed, this poem wrote itself...it worked it's way through the muscles and sinew of that young boys arm and followed life with each arc through the sky as the stone left, lifted, landed... an amazing poem, a wonderful presentation...I swore I could hear your every word aloud... |
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MGROVES
since 2004-02-01
Posts 3802california |
an interesting write! |
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Earth Angel Member Empyrean
since 2002-08-27
Posts 40215Realms of Light |
I think Sunshine summed up my feelings as well! ~ Mind you, she did a better job of it than I could have! lol  EA |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Ed There is a desperation in this...of time ticking into the future and change, change...and all the rocks in the world cannot stop time or change. I loved this! It is so good to see you posting again, dear friend...I've missed you! |
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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
This poem is great.. not only the substance of it, but the presentation. You're one of the greats, I tell ya. |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
There's a strip mall at that very spot now, the little house (still gray I think) is on the little rise behind it. Suburban Kansas City has spread that far now and the gravel roads have become streets called 72nd and Prospect. Back then, there were no prospects, or so it seemed. Now I live midway between Disneyland and Surf City USA, but I've still got a hellish throwing arm..... ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> |
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Paula Finn Member Ascendant
since 2000-06-17
Posts 5546missouri |
Oh believe it or not I rememeber doing exactly this same thing on my grandparents farm...didnt get in near as much trouble there as I did in the city and the building next door had pane after pane after pane of glass just waiting for that little piece of gravel.... |
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Ericc Member Elite
since 2003-01-31
Posts 4178 |
Wow....this is so creatively written and expressed....great write! Eric |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
Ahh Ed, a most wonderful write and the presentation too. Enjoyed m'friend  Mxx Have you any dreams you'd like to sell? |
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dingusjr Member
since 2003-09-24
Posts 415Missouri |
YES, Ed! I have been to that spot, too... pathetic in my throws. |
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BluesSerenade Member Patricius
since 2001-10-23
Posts 10549By the Seaside |
You threw it right down the middle Ed, but ya know, it's your shoulder I lean too. |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
What a yarn you've "pitched" here, RatL! My brother was the one with the good throwing arm, unfortunately, not me, and at times I am somewhat envious, I confess. But, what I walk away with from this poem, is definitely befitting to your title. |
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Toerag Member Ascendant
since 1999-07-29
Posts 5622Ala bam a |
Yep...this can provoke thoughts in many directions....and I think your thoughts were all over the place on this one.....good write, I emailed ya, it's a pathetic email at that....in fact, just delete it..you know I'd be a pessimist but it probably wouldn't work out well anyway... |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
That hellish throwing arm packs a powerful pen! *S* I love this, my friend... Your imagery is so vivid that the impact of reading isn't just visual... the smells of bruised leaves and broken whiskey bottles, dust and boy sweat seep through the screen. The format is perfect... in fact... the poem is perfect. *S* |
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