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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
written after reading Paddy Clarke Ha Ha Ha

Submitted: December 12, 2009

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Submitted: December 12, 2009




I’m kind of stoic-

on colder nights

my feet keep crackin’

from every jaunt and jab

-the attempts at keepin’ in rhythm

-the stride to keep in check

this crutch is just a prop

so don’t worry about

my hunched arc

from bending deep

my face smooth

to the cratered cement


I did everything I could

I promise I did,

to keep my spine aligned

I thought I did it for you

But what you think ain’t true

cause I did it all for you

and what good did that make it?

What did you do,



I can’t cry any longer

close to you in bed

wasn’t enough when I fall out

you just sat there,

read, flirty magazines

pick up a damn book you broad

you cooked for me

but I need a meal sometimes

fix me some nonsense and I can stand

but it’s that gut talk that keeps me around


Starved for conversation

Starved for meat

Your best fix is a pretty face


The lovely falls apart

The nice fell

that head start left me behind

and I’ve got this crutch

a baby boy made me a father

a baby boy turned me a cripple

worse words were said –I promise


I can’t stand my reflection

but blood on the bathroom floor isn’t for me

bruises on your bare back I can stand


honey, my face may be cratered

but yours is decayed

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