Poison Oak

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Inspired by a line from a song I once liked: "Poison oak, some boyhood bravery; When a telephone was a tin can on a string And I fell asleep with you still talking to me
You said you weren't afraid to die." - Poison Oak, Conor Oberst

 

Three evil kids-

Half monster- half kid,

Approached a boy and they said:

“Let’s get rid of an old friend”.

His name? Boyhood, childhood:

AKA; slides and sawdust-

Little kid,

Youth,

Toy guns and army man salutes;

Flushed down the toilet,

Like his old fish blue.

Big sweaters,

Any weather.

Bloody knees;

Bugs in jars.

Flushed cheeks.

Slug bug cars.

Awkward haircuts.

Buck teeth.

Math sucks;

Bad at English,

But he was the best on his team…

Played air guitar.

Rode his bike a little too far

Rolled down hills

Swam in lakes.

Always stayed out a little too late.

Dirty hands.

Kool-aid stained mouth.

Handsome photographs-

Too many to count.

They brushed his hair;

Picked out his clothes

He was always so unaware;

Mommys broken heart

Dads job

Big brother…well it’s all fog.

One day these evil kids approached him

 They said:

“We’ll fix you- we’ll fix it!”

Real guns.

No sweater;

Bloody and real cold,

In any weather.

No money in his pocket.

Pale face.

Stealing cars-

Because he lost his.

Shaved off all his hair

Drug addict.

Tattoo’s everywhere

No teeth

Math still sucks-

Never learned it

English? Never passed it.

Forgot about his team,

And bought a guitar

Played on the streets

Never got him far.

Tripped and fell down hills

Now he takes baths in the river

Mom thinks he’s a killer

Dirty hands

Coke stained nose

Blood stained mouth

Burned the photographs,

Not many to count.

No clothes;

He’s still so unaware.

Mommys broken heart

Dad’s heart attack; fell down the stairs.

Brother still in ‘college’

He never came home,

But no one can acknowledge;

No one can accept.

Why did boyhood leave?

It totally changed him.

Who were these mysterious evil kids?

Little demons.

Ruined and killed the kid-

Now he’s just a body.

Now life has no meaning;

How can he be somebody?

 

 


Submitted: October 14, 2015

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Mr Watson

You never know what's round the corner Unmasked. Being led astray or falling in with the wrong crowd, can lead to dire consequences, the path of life can be hard for some . Nice work : )

Sat, October 17th, 2015 6:56pm

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Yep, it's sad to think about. Thanks for stopping by

Sat, October 17th, 2015 12:29pm

LongDeadHerald

The way things can change so drastically in a relatively short space of time is always a powerful concept, and I picked up on your use of it here almost immediately, and you've woven another of your potent texts around it. Your works like this don't end at the last word - they and their messages linger in the thoughts of your readers, and that is something I admire very much.

Sat, October 17th, 2015 9:39pm

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aw, well that's very nice of you. I didn't realize it had that big of an impact on you. I appreciate that a lot

Sat, October 17th, 2015 2:45pm

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