Adventure

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

An unexpected meeting with an old friend.

 You called me last Monday,

You were in town for a week,

And wanted to say hello,

Maybe see each other one more time.

I watched you roll a joint in your bedroom,

A funny new habit you picked up,

Along with the meth and cocaine.

You did lines while I finished your joint,

Perfectly rolled in your experienced hands.

We took a bus to Hollywood,

Both of us too stoned to drive.

We waved at the tourists,

On their double decker busses,

Maps to celebrities’ homes clenched,

In their eager hands.

You got one more tattoo,

A quote by Lao Tsu,

Permanently etched into your skin,

Would you even remember,

I was there with you holding your hand?

We ate at a sandwich shop,

Maybe it was pizza,

I couldn’t remember if I tried.

And called some friends,

Mostly yours,

And yes, that included your dealer,

Mine has never been my friend.

None of them were in Hollywood,

I didn’t think they would be,

You needed more people surrounding you,

All of Hollywood was'nt enough.

So we made our way back to the bus,

The ugly orange one,

We made fun of when we were kids.

I stopped one block away from my house,

Bid you goodbye,

And found my way home.

I still cant believe you got a tattoo,

That you do coke,

And that you’re still so tall and gorgeous,

Like I always wanted to be.

I  think you’re leaving tomorrow,

Maybe we’ll celebrate with one more adventure,

Chances are I’ll never see you again.

But at least you’ll always have Lao Tsu,

To remember me by.


Submitted: July 02, 2009

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daisy lane

This is by far my favorite!

Sat, July 4th, 2009 10:13am

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=)

Sat, July 4th, 2009 3:17am

Brian W

A good poem with good flow and tells a sad sad tale (my opinion) When I catch up with an old friend I would want to remember it and not do drugs and ring other friends. The poem is good but the story in it sad

Wed, August 12th, 2009 10:53pm

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i love sad stories... im a sucker for something that is plaintive.

Wed, November 18th, 2009 9:48pm

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