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Murmurs from the shadow box
I watched the dead brush my light brown hair
feed me chicken at the picnic tables
kiss my cheek
show me off like a tropy
i hoped the future would turn out brighter
clicked in a VHS tape at my moms nicotine stained apartment
jump back 27 years
a brown column gazebo at Fountain city park
surrounded
by the greenest grass you'll ever see in your life
those who cared
coming together
even if for a small amount of time
Wolfenbarger / Cardwell family reunion 1990
Shaunce smiling
kissing his grandmother
he later raped our uncle Wayne
neglected his mother into an early grave
while he was strung out on drugs
he'd sell you to the highest bidder for a hit
my aunt Becky running around playing with the kids
before she stopped coming around
she got wrapped up with a church
religion rakes its claws across my back once again
my great grandma Mossie Louise Wolfenbarger
she held on well into her 90's
had about 16 children
mom caught her peeing in the bushes on tape
before they built the bathrooms at the park
her son got hooked on crack and lost her house
her front yard we played in was now a driveway
the wishing well with a tiny roof
clear bottom
lizard crawling
coin change sat waiting
the fresh spring pond
we rolled up our blue jean overall pant legs
splashed
next to the steep rocks
black wrought iron fencing so we wouldn't climb
dad running around
showing his chewed up food to the camera
wearing a goatee
instead of his full beard i'd always known him with
i've saw him about once a month since i was 3 years old
one of the few consistent things in my life
we've broke the bonds of family
only distant cousins remain
a handful from that day are still breathing
i slept in today
so there was one less casserole dish on the table
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just a few thoughts and feelings on deteriorating family reunions growing further apart and the ideas of family i once knew.i was actually sick but i've stopped caring to go anymore.
feed me chicken at the picnic tables
kiss my cheek
show me off like a tropy
i hoped the future would turn out brighter
clicked in a VHS tape at my moms nicotine stained apartment
jump back 27 years
a brown column gazebo at Fountain city park
surrounded
by the greenest grass you'll ever see in your life
those who cared
coming together
even if for a small amount of time
Wolfenbarger / Cardwell family reunion 1990
Shaunce smiling
kissing his grandmother
he later raped our uncle Wayne
neglected his mother into an early grave
while he was strung out on drugs
he'd sell you to the highest bidder for a hit
my aunt Becky running around playing with the kids
before she stopped coming around
she got wrapped up with a church
religion rakes its claws across my back once again
my great grandma Mossie Louise Wolfenbarger
she held on well into her 90's
had about 16 children
mom caught her peeing in the bushes on tape
before they built the bathrooms at the park
her son got hooked on crack and lost her house
her front yard we played in was now a driveway
the wishing well with a tiny roof
clear bottom
lizard crawling
coin change sat waiting
the fresh spring pond
we rolled up our blue jean overall pant legs
splashed
next to the steep rocks
black wrought iron fencing so we wouldn't climb
dad running around
showing his chewed up food to the camera
wearing a goatee
instead of his full beard i'd always known him with
i've saw him about once a month since i was 3 years old
one of the few consistent things in my life
we've broke the bonds of family
only distant cousins remain
a handful from that day are still breathing
i slept in today
so there was one less casserole dish on the table
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just a few thoughts and feelings on deteriorating family reunions growing further apart and the ideas of family i once knew.i was actually sick but i've stopped caring to go anymore.
Published 24th Dec 2017
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24th Dec 2017 4:15pm
24th Dec 2017 7:09pm
24th Dec 2017 6:07pm
^Yes, agreed. Thank you for sharing a window here. I think poets are the bravest sometimes for leaving lettered trails into their past to the world.
"religion rakes its claws across my back once again" This is poignantly written.
I'm glad you've quit caring, I really relate to that too, tons of empathy for you dude.
"i slept in today
so there was one less casserole dish on the table "
Fabulous ending. This could be laced with so many different inflections, totally positive OR negative. At least, to the reader.
👏
"religion rakes its claws across my back once again" This is poignantly written.
I'm glad you've quit caring, I really relate to that too, tons of empathy for you dude.
"i slept in today
so there was one less casserole dish on the table "
Fabulous ending. This could be laced with so many different inflections, totally positive OR negative. At least, to the reader.
👏
24th Dec 2017 7:11pm
i'll throw a defenseless piece of myself to the wolves every once
in awhile to see the sparks fly.
thanks AtoMik.
in awhile to see the sparks fly.
thanks AtoMik.
25th Dec 2017 00:33am
Stunning and remarkably portrayed observation. Realizations such as this are rare and prevent us from certain avenues, as most have lost the art of the home video.
