A Podunk Moon

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A poem I thought up after traveling on a pock-marked road that I commented and said that it looked like the surface of the moon, he thought it was so clever I had to write about it.

Submitted: May 27, 2013

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Submitted: May 27, 2013



A flat tire wasn’t just a possibility

You could call it a sure thing.

It was like the surface of the moon,

The Podunk town didn’t care,

Their pockets had been sewn shut

Years ago.  Years before this haunted June

Had come and taken so many

That the graveyard was overrun with

Shoeprints, and tiny holes made by

Low rent heels.

There was hardly anyone left to bury

The ones that kept dying and they didn’t

Just die once, they died over and over again

As if they enjoyed the funeral procedure,

And again the mourners cried,

Because they had nothing better to do

And nowhere else to go.


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