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The Narcotic Wholesalers Curtain Call

Poetry By: Kevin Mullins
Mystery and crime

A drug dealer meets his end...

Submitted:Mar 16, 2014    Reads: 46    Comments: 1    Likes: 2   

The Narcotic Wholesalers' Curtain Call

Pine, a strong smell, pleasant and awakening

Melodies dancing on the tree tops

Branches too weak to cling to the trees carpet below

Beneath the sole they crack. Birds startle

My Nirvana; a place full of grin bringing, stomach warming thoughts

Approaching a spot; one of many

Bent over, moved earth reveals the bars

A deep and dark blackness delivered in a thunderous blow

Surrounding. Frightening. A silence not heard before

Like a beam of brilliant light the first arrived

My home, not now but before, not real but real

Family and friends, some wearing smiles others raining tears

Ages change but the people remain the same; some disappear

My first niece, a red bucket as a hat and wellingtons that accompany the opposite feet

My father, his smile proud, his nod comforting

Greater in years I see myself, a young treasure with a brown top

My Haydee with whom this treasure and band I share

Perfect in all things perfect to me

The light fades; it's neither hot nor cold

A deep and dark blackness. Surrounding. Inviting

A silence not heard before


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