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Blueing and Powder!

Submitted by Esker on Sat, 2016-12-10 20:25

the light of the motorized choir girl
shone on them
Grey Goose and some good
shit had them warm
the cold apartment
The Guard dog
Ugly with spiked collar
snored..
farted..
a television with
dripped wax candles
played 48 HOURS
their fave show!
Slipknot on the
old IPOD
Psychosocial
time was worn
on them like
their faded tatoos
skulls and kids
and old ladies
names
they brought out
the gifts from
the shoplifted
little tree
some tinsel
stolen from
the town epicenter
tree!
two hastly wrapped
boxes!
"U open it first baby"
She smiles..
tears open the
needle exchange box
Inside
is a square of hollow
points!
she tears up!
Okay..Open
yers!
its a big box
Inside is a hand
tooled shoulder
holster he
recognizes
as Motor Larrys
work!
..
"its beautiful!!"
they hug..laughing
and speak out at
once!
"I sold my shit!!"
they both sold
their outfits
laughing loud
that Ugly woke
up Barking!
"oh baby thats funny"
"Merri Xmas!"
..she scrambles
under the tree
and digs out some
pigs ears from
the butcher for
Ugly..
"had to wash em
and put em in the
zip lock!"

under the pale
glow of the simple
low key room
the glow of
Christmas was
felt by the salt
of tenderness!!

...

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Geezer

Sun, 2016-12-11 22:55

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I could feel the emotion here! Great story. True or not, you showed what it is all about. Sacrifice and giving. ~ Gee.
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Esker

Fri, 2016-12-16 07:07

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glad I was not just a kid raised on the chaos of home life
nothing but an xbox and violent first person shooter games
No bible...political bullies with text...More propaganda world...
specialists in Psy Ops now...counter intelligence..
like jail..all the boys who liked me were in there
for Breachs via Facebook..contacting their old ladies...
I was in there for something diff..Paid my dues
gave my respects...earned enough back..
I was sorry! and am!

the story is based on that christmas tale
about the woman cutting her hair
to buy a gift...a watch chain for her
young man...He in turn buys a silver
brush mirror I think for his womans
beautiful hair!

I always loved that story
because its harder and harder
to find giving to that level..
many who went through hardships
truly cling to all they have
cause the events beforehand
that foreshadow the character
they work with today is etched
into them...

still..its out there..
Civility is still the stone of
foundation of saving
before the world
falls apart
as it is....
Yet we salvage the good
and give....despite ourselves
today!

I heard much in my walk of life
from the people who had to live
a much harsher start then I
the story is based on some
truthful recollections

Thank U Geezer!

Mr Wolf!

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Sparrow

Mon, 2016-12-12 03:53

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A great write on another world that evades me, information heaven for me when I choose to write of other places.
Your writes dig deep into cultures that I can only guess at the emotions there,
Take care young Wolf and keep the words flowing,
Yours Ian

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Esker

Fri, 2016-12-16 07:17

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peppered with the righteous indignation of the simpler
food bank ..I pick up for both Lori....(my old lady)
and I! brass loves me! but this volunteer old gal
hates me....I bring it out of people...
I dont swagger but I dont hang my head either
out there...I let the old bird have her digs..
thankful for the benifits of our city and giving to
us poor! I live on just under four hundred a month
once my six hundred and fifty dollars pays for
my room...my woman lives on less then I
at moment!
People snort when they see us poor with cell
phones which many use for help and stay in
touch...judge us for the evils of addiction..
change places....
some of us cannot perform the good civil
jobs and risks..pay large large mortgages
and they pay from pocket their childrens
univercity education...giving them a chance
by help!
still...its salty down here...
the good ol gal got to have her say
i took it! I had to carry about eighty
pounds on this shoulder...
unhealed clavicle arthritis from the
former torn ac joint on same shoulder
aching back...wobbled on slick cold
city streets in rush hour!
shoulder bag US ARMY on its sling
full....plastic bag on handlebars
but a comforting feeling seeing the
kitchen pantry with tins for food
and fridge with more then a
few bare things....sometimes its
like this!!

I worked hard too...very hard
paying union dues...big mortgage
two cars..was a partner with homes
looking after tenants paying rent
cleaning the places..
then it was nothing to buy four
hundred dollars a week for my
little family
my gas bill on the credit card
for vehicles was one ninety
a month 1991 dollars...I wrote
much off and got big tax returns
which we put back into the
properties...at least when we
went bankrupt all upgraded
nothing destroyed..bowed
out as respectful as could...
Now Im on the bottom
again! helter skelter..
but all through out I met
many people of culture
who were nice...workers
in the food banks and
shelters from different
lands...street people
and the kind hearted
giving strangers...
enough left...

much emotion...

thank U Ian!

Mr Wolf!

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valene

Fri, 2016-12-16 22:54

Mr. Wolf, I very much enjoyed your story! It reads as though it comes from the heart instead of the wallet. I love the part about the shoplifted tree and stolen tinsel. It not only made me smile but also made me think about how sometimes a little illegal activity in order to make the holiday special for those you truly care about cos the money isn't there, isn't the worst thing in the world...actually I find it kind of endearing. And, when it comes to giving a someone special a gift that has real meaning to them, it's even more endearing to know that some sacrifices were made. Long story short, as i said, I like your story very much and in my mind at least, believe it offers those who don't know what it means to sacrifice on behalf of others, something to think about!
Thanks for sharing!

val

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