Jul 21, 2011

Lance: A Fragment Poem


Wrapped in a green
T-shirt,I try to ollie 
Is that a name?
Skateboards, he says.
It’s a move, dad
Low riding jeans
I want to dress how
I want to dress
Do you think I'm shallow?

Water towers tower; we talk like men
when you are thirteen
You’re not as much a man
As you would want to be in your
Mind’s eye
Don't have it figured
Out?
You ain’t right
In the head

When do you first realize
What love is? Is it when:

He stirred the coffee with
A Donald the Duck spoon
Staring intently at the newspaper
As if to read it?



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