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    dots Submission Name: A right bastard I never knewdots
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    Author: hidden lady
    ASL Info:    28/female/nebraska
    Elite Ratio:    4.47 - 116/118/30
    Words: 261
    Class/Type: Poetry/Death
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    dotsA right bastard I never knewdots
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    Wrinkled fingers like skeletons,
    aged with the work of the blue collar
    and years of alcohol abuse, strum
    an acoustic guitar made of dying
    wishes and regrets to the familiar tunes
    of an old friend.
    I sat and watched as he silently plucked
    and gave his own concert.
    He was a right bastard!
    We had all known it,
    but now as old and frail as the antique
    coffee table in the garage--
    falling apart and wobbly,
    none of us could stop
    from mourning the once strong man
    now being eaten alive from the inside out.
    Like a child he lays there
    mumbling in Spanish.
    It looks like a movie--
    the room, dark and smoky
    because he still hasn't quit,
    but I watch.
    His hair is gray like the stormy
    clouds outside
    and his skin looks like a suit.
    I never knew him.
    He was a welder,
    a working man,
    an alcoholic and a right bastard!
    But who he was?
    I never experienced, so... this stranger,
    this related blood, this talked of man,
    he's laying here.
    Dying and I wish I had known him.
    Because he is apart of me like
    my mother is, like my hair is,
    like my skin is and all I can do is watch.
    His skeletal fingers stop and he looks up.
    He mumbles
    "He was my dearest friend!"
    he's got a Johny Cash cd playing.
    I wonder if he means literally or not.
    I don't know because I don't
    know him.
    so I watch.
    He left us four days later.
    I never knew him.




    Submitted on 2010-05-12 18:46:01     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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      A very clever thoughtful poem. You have great ability to use your words to portray a mind-visible picture of your subject to your reader. I enjoyed every word of it. Congratulations. Ted.
    | Posted on 2010-05-12 00:00:00 | by edcherry | [ Reply to This ]


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