Duelling Scars

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

Wear them well!

Blades leave gashes

And all blood does . . . is splashes

Juss sitting

Minding my own business

Kid - you can point

But remember - once I was your age . . . doing the same

Pour. The. Steamed. Milk - juss a little powdered chocolate

Miss - your hand is shaking . . . ?

Be careful or else you'll spill my kap-poo-cheen-oh!

Too many apologies!

It's okay - juss get me another one

The whole diner's looking - feel like telling them: I was taught to stand my ground, that's all!

Yeah - I got duelling scars!

And the ones who gave 'em to me ain't around no more to curse my name

My face still smiles with all the sincerity of when my father used to say, Go play - I'll call you when dinner's ready

New ones keep coming my way - juss leaving tonight got me into a fight

Juss minding my own business - paid for my drink

Mister, I ain't bothering you. Please, let's juss go our separate ways - all steroids but a face betraying a domesticity akin to being overly mollycoddled

I left him with a broken nose - more than enough to make the big guy skedaddle

I sit in pop's rocking chair - juss like he did - same duelling scars as he had . . . but it's okay - 'cause I have a winsome smile and flesh wounds heal


Submitted: March 01, 2020

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hullabaloo22

You did a phenomenal job with this, Jobe, knowing who provided the inspiration.

Sun, March 1st, 2020 8:36pm

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