The Damned
Alone under the concrete dome,
dead smell of piss at the newstand of bliss
but Aquaman lives. Superman forgives
Come mind your sisters. Watch out for the misters
except for this one, and he’s never done.
Run at the sky, trying to fly
don’t mind the paincoming, falling is numbing.
Paint out the screams, bruises, bad dreams.
Come home, don’t you go. The neighbors will know.
Don't playact, don't shudder, don’t you love your mother?
dead smell of piss at the newstand of bliss
but Aquaman lives. Superman forgives
Come mind your sisters. Watch out for the misters
except for this one, and he’s never done.
Run at the sky, trying to fly
don’t mind the paincoming, falling is numbing.
Paint out the screams, bruises, bad dreams.
Come home, don’t you go. The neighbors will know.
Don't playact, don't shudder, don’t you love your mother?
~June 2012, revised January 2013
The challenge today is to write 'the hard stuff;' something normally avoided because it's just too difficult to deal with, and to keep it to 75 words or less. This was originally a much much longer poem I never expected to post.
Header image: newstand, by dickuhne, on flick'r
Footer image: play time, by deszedol, on flick'r
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