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lonely grave
some stories should never be told, yet I tell
them, journalizing these morbid passion plays
shamelessly. maybe that makes me an outlaw poet;
I could dig that.
the first time I met her, I was in the bar’s back alley,
gut sick & trembling. her words ambushed me like a
blackjack’s kiss. ‘you oughta seriously consider giving
up the juice, dude.’
what? she was a stranger, she didn’t know my life! I
might’ve said some impolite things, but she hung around
anyway. brought me coffee from the bar, & held it for me
as I drank. ‘what are you, an angel?’ I asked. she kinda
half-smiled. ‘call me Anne.’
a few evenings later I went to the diner for a steamy mug
& a pepper & egg sub. after I ordered, I spotted her at a
far corner table, with her head down, & I walked over.
‘hey,’ I said. she glanced up at me without focusing. she
rubbed her nose & sniffled, so I right away knew her dirty
addiction.
‘fuck!’ I glared at her. ‘you bitch at me for drinking, & you
do junk?!’ ‘fuck off, man,’ she mumbled. I got my hot coffee
& flooded her throat with it, not sure if it would help. a couple
cops gave me the eagle-eye as I picked her up roughly.
‘she’s my sister,’ I lied. they musta figured we were two tramps
not worth the paperwork, so they let us walk out.
it went like that, us looking out for each other. when I was
drunk, she was straight. conversely, when I was sober enough,
she was stoned. almost like the Sky Rider planned it that way;
you know, the one nobody believes in.
one night, we were both pretty hazy, so we lay together on my
bed. not for sex, it was never like that. we were two lost, lonely
orphans, desperately in need of comforting. I dozed off quick,
as the hobo moon rode a slow freight to the other side of town.
when I came to much later, Anne was very still, & very cold. she
was gone, she had passed during the night. I knew for certain
that the angels had come in the quiet hours & carried her
spirit to the glory she never found in this unkind place.
I just hoped she kissed me before she left…
Published 29th May 2015
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29th May 2015 9:37pm
Her body caught the train in her sleep and rode the moon into the throat of daybreak. She never kissed you goodbye because she hasn't left your side.
Anonymous
29th May 2015 10:01pm
i'm not crying, it's the vodka. speechless along with Taryn. simply loved this
29th May 2015 10:21pm
This is poignant and charming. You have a talent for making your readers care about the people you write about. Would be anyone's nightmare to wake to a dead lover. Kisses, JohnFeddeler.
30th May 2015 00:21am
Mr 'Outlaw poet'! ..you rocketh
here m'dear!
Expected a possible frolic and
you pen a tear-jerker...still loved it ;)
(and craving egg-n-pepper??)
Big sighs to *great!
~d
here m'dear!
Expected a possible frolic and
you pen a tear-jerker...still loved it ;)
(and craving egg-n-pepper??)
Big sighs to *great!
~d
30th May 2015 4:31am
30th May 2015 4:44am
30th May 2015 6:03am
true to your instinctive v.first query & descript..you prove that, her angelic presence in the absence. feels mystical that whole bit . and that desperate heaven u describe ,
"one night, we were both pretty hazy, so we lay together on my
bed. not for sex, it was never like that. we were two lost, lonely
orphans, desperately in need of comforting"
this feels the utmost need they quench each other! a hard to forget piece, JF .Keep spinning more.x
"one night, we were both pretty hazy, so we lay together on my
bed. not for sex, it was never like that. we were two lost, lonely
orphans, desperately in need of comforting"
this feels the utmost need they quench each other! a hard to forget piece, JF .Keep spinning more.x
30th May 2015 8:03pm
Johnny,
Is there anything you can't write about?
I adore your passion and i know u mean every word
You have written!
Brilliant!!!!
Loves you Johnny Rotten!
Always
Zazzles xoxox
Is there anything you can't write about?
I adore your passion and i know u mean every word
You have written!
Brilliant!!!!
Loves you Johnny Rotten!
Always
Zazzles xoxox
30th May 2015 10:09pm
31st May 2015 4:26am
I was about to leave a witty comment until the end. Now I can't. It would ruin the mood.
31st May 2015 11:07am
Wow. Wasn't expecting that last stanza. Hit like a train. The purpose of art is to evoke reaction and ,as usual, your work hits hard. Great job John.
31st May 2015 9:45pm
John I came back for a second read and honestly the last stanza dropped me hard with tears.
Wow u captured the truth depth in this sad and truthful perspective...
Wow u captured the truth depth in this sad and truthful perspective...
1st Jun 2015 1:44pm
what more can i say that hasn't yet been said JF...
you are a master storyteller....absolutely loved this... :)
you are a master storyteller....absolutely loved this... :)
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