Poetry competition CLOSED 12th March 2015 10:33pm
WINNER
J_J_Jay_Jr
J_J_Jay_Jr
RUNNER-UP:
toniscales
tell me
In early college my best friend's name
was Peggy. A lot of people then used to meet
up at the local Denny's where you could
sit and talk and do homework and chain-smoke
and drink endless coffee. One day this guy
walked in and my heart stopped. He was so
beautiful, effeminately so, and I had to have
him. He liked calculus and Dungeons and Dragons
and he was perfection. But Peggy started
dating him. Yet I started squeezing my way
in, anyways. First there were phone calls
and movie dates. And in the end, he took
my virginity on a plastic float near our
backyard pool while my mother was on
a business trip in Seattle. It was everything
I'd dreamed it would be, and there wasn't even
any physical pain. A few days later in the
Denny's parking lot I told Peggy the truth,
and she started screaming and crying and
begging me, How could you? How could you?
And what haunts me to this day is I lost
my best friend, it was never the same between
us, and though I married and had a child
with the guy (his name was Thomas), we had
a doomed relationship from the start.
I guess karma has a way of getting even.
For some reason I still have "Thomas"
tattooed over my heart. Don't know why
I haven't gotten it removed or replaced
with a butterfly or something.
was Peggy. A lot of people then used to meet
up at the local Denny's where you could
sit and talk and do homework and chain-smoke
and drink endless coffee. One day this guy
walked in and my heart stopped. He was so
beautiful, effeminately so, and I had to have
him. He liked calculus and Dungeons and Dragons
and he was perfection. But Peggy started
dating him. Yet I started squeezing my way
in, anyways. First there were phone calls
and movie dates. And in the end, he took
my virginity on a plastic float near our
backyard pool while my mother was on
a business trip in Seattle. It was everything
I'd dreamed it would be, and there wasn't even
any physical pain. A few days later in the
Denny's parking lot I told Peggy the truth,
and she started screaming and crying and
begging me, How could you? How could you?
And what haunts me to this day is I lost
my best friend, it was never the same between
us, and though I married and had a child
with the guy (his name was Thomas), we had
a doomed relationship from the start.
I guess karma has a way of getting even.
For some reason I still have "Thomas"
tattooed over my heart. Don't know why
I haven't gotten it removed or replaced
with a butterfly or something.
Anonymous
Kollige izza tripee playce fer hed
Eye saul mai bestt frend inn kollige gittuh blojobb frumuh tranzvestight.
Itt wuzzuh krayzee nyte uv coak und speadballz.
Lickher tew.
Da next tyme eye see Henree
he'z gettin' sum hed frum diss heeshee.
Eye nebber tole knowwon tille now.
Dat'z sum nastee sheet.
Unless uf corse yer da wun gettin hed.
Den eye gess
itt's okaye iff itt feelz gud.
Itt duz.
Eye'm know receevher.
Eye saul mai bestt frend inn kollige gittuh blojobb frumuh tranzvestight.
Itt wuzzuh krayzee nyte uv coak und speadballz.
Lickher tew.
Da next tyme eye see Henree
he'z gettin' sum hed frum diss heeshee.
Eye nebber tole knowwon tille now.
Dat'z sum nastee sheet.
Unless uf corse yer da wun gettin hed.
Den eye gess
itt's okaye iff itt feelz gud.
Itt duz.
Eye'm know receevher.
Anonymous
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It's A Little After Twelve
You had your hands opening
things from the moment I
met you in the parking lot. A
pair of legs in teardrop-blue
jeans hung out the driver-side
door, and fuck me, it was glacial.
You would.
Your eyes looked like sex wasn't
the question, but the lip knuckled
under your tooth had us halfway
home. You mistook something else
for the clutch. Now it's a little
after twelve and I think I saw your
shirt in the stairwell. It was two
more hours before we would find out.
Now it's four days later. Your car broke
down on the main road and you've got
a friend coming to get you. You wait for
him in teardrop-blue jeans and a lip
knuckled under your tooth.
Well, fuck me, or don't.
Gosh, thank you so much emo for the nod. Really didn't expect it. Congratulations to JJ for some really beautiful work. Actually, there was a whole lot of beautiful work and talent in this comp. and I was glad to be a part of it. Peace and keep writing, gifted poets...
