The one you were born in
is a gas station now,
pumps in the playroom,
walk-up window for beer.
Daddy always drank too much.
They paved over the spot
where you buried Popeye
the parakeet in a shoebox.
The place your Mama passed away,
neck of a yard, noose-around drive.
She hung on his every word.
Her window boxes still studded
with jonquils that bloom
like madness in the spring .
The one you will die in.
Not much, to be honest,
but it's home and the cats like it.
They will find you belly up
on the recliner, half empty
bottle of Dewar's and a sheaf
of unfinshed poems.
Houses
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Re: Houses
Terrific, hard hitting poem about a bleak environment. Great close...
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Re: Houses
In accord with Mr. Bob
I see it on the list for IBPC
Michael (MV)
I see it on the list for IBPC
Michael (MV)
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Re: Houses
Thank you guys. I didn't know if it was any good