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Boketto
83, the summer was long and hot,
there was a Nehi shine
and the smell of that soda pop lip-gloss
From the window where I’d sit
the lawn always needed mowed,
the floors always needed swept,
Supper was never ready;
Mom was still at work, forever
my brother just sat and read,
my friends talked, fucking Nada,
I, far-minded, sat there...polished, tired
no one noticed I was dying to let slip;
it was from Avon — with the taste of it
glossed on those soda pop lips.
there was a Nehi shine
and the smell of that soda pop lip-gloss
From the window where I’d sit
the lawn always needed mowed,
the floors always needed swept,
Supper was never ready;
Mom was still at work, forever
my brother just sat and read,
my friends talked, fucking Nada,
I, far-minded, sat there...polished, tired
no one noticed I was dying to let slip;
it was from Avon — with the taste of it
glossed on those soda pop lips.
Published 28th Jun 2015
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28th Jun 2015 9:36am
far-minded: it's an accomplished art, a way of finding things a thousand yards away...
If time is relative then how does distance play a part. This is the strange reality of space-time. Just an interesting thought, but something a trillion miles away could be right under the nose, and as well, smell is the most sensitive trigger for memory. Another strange thought, they say that silence travels twice as fast in reverse. That one's got me stumped a bit. :)
28th Jun 2015 1:51pm
I love your attention to the small details. The "soda pop lips". What is the title referencing?
I didn't really have a title, I have difficulties naming poems and ran across this term yesterday and it fit. Just staring off in the distance and not thinking, but I'm of the mind we're always thinking, its just too deep sometimes, and the surface thoughts gets lost in the depth. It reminds me of one of those drives where you suddenly find yourself at the destination having no memory of the drive itself. I get freaked when that happens. For miles and miles there was blankness and then BAM! back in reality turning in the driveway with no recollection of where your mind was in getting there. Weird. Thank you
28th Jun 2015 3:33pm
OMG! I remember that lip gloss!
"my friends talked, fucking Nada,
I, far-minded, sat there...polished, tired
no one noticed I was dying to let slip;"
This is why we're soul family. No one noticed our solitude.
Beautiful write, P.
"my friends talked, fucking Nada,
I, far-minded, sat there...polished, tired
no one noticed I was dying to let slip;"
This is why we're soul family. No one noticed our solitude.
Beautiful write, P.
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