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Saints and Cowboys

Author: tjsmith5
ASL Info:    28/m/MS
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Words: 372
Class/Type: Poetry /Misc
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Brotherly love.

Saints and Cowboys

The hardest truth in this life
is that we make our biggest decisions
when we still don’t know what’s going on.

I have one brother, 10 years older.
He married a dark haired sex machine
In Colorado with the army.

He thought he could bring her back to Mississippi,
work security in a new casino,
book football on the side,
and live in our grandmother’s old house.

She stayed two years.
He never was the same.

Then he fathered two boys
with a hard, hard woman
and built fences for money.
And when the fences were all built,
He started cooking meth.

They fought worse
than any rabid dogs ever could have.
The police took them away twice
with their sons crying.

Then she left
but the state came in
and took the boys.

It’s hard to watch your brother
lay down on the tracks that way.

You try to help.
You give him money.
You talk up God.
You kick him in the ass.

And then I tried something different.
With my good job,
I paid a lot of money for tickets
To see our favorite team,
The New Orleans Saints.

And on my brother’s birthday,
they were playing at home
versus the Dallas Cowboys.

Beauty motivates.

He was ill with pneumonia when
I picked him up.
I bought him a sweater with the team mascot
and we stopped at the gas station
and he asked for a seven dollar bottle
of yellow tequila.

He drank it all before we got to the Dome
while hacking over and over.
I could hear the liquid popping in his lungs.
He didn’t say much, just “thank you, little brother.”

We left in the 3rd quarter to beat traffic
and stopped for more yellow tequila
and he slept all the way home.

But my brother wasn’t void of wisdom.
He taught me two things that I’ve always kept-
“The world doesn’t give a fuck about you”
and “there is no such thing as fairness.”

Don’t judge.

Ridgeland, MS – 12/21/11

Submitted on 2011-12-20 17:41:26     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  i like the football metaphor mixed in...saints...those who stay the perfect like the cocaine cowboys of the 80's and 90's--

America's team..
America's dream shattered...

this is a sad piece...i was watching "less than zero" with robert downey jr. last night....this reminds me of that a bit...

trying to help someone who just keeps getting into more and deeper messes...the chaotic life we just can't save.

kind of like cut prose...but for this works...

| Posted on 2011-12-20 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ]

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