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mushroomhead (profile) wrote,
on 12-30-2004 at 12:42pm
Current mood: awake
Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines

he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"

because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was call about
And his teacher gave him an A

and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door

and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy

took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born

with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a

Valentine signed with a row of X's

and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it


Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autum"

because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A

and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door

because of the new paint
And the kids told him

that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses

with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed

when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why

his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad

when he cried for him to do it


Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"

because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A

and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door

because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end

of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister

making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed

or even talked
And the girl around the corner

wore too much makeup
That made him cought when he kissed her

but he kissed her anyway

because that was the thing to do
And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed

his father snored soundly


That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutley Nothing"
Becuase that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door

because this time he didn't think

he could reach the kitchen.

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burn667

12-30-04 7:57pm

cool poem i love it. its one of my favorites

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