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Dusty

Submitted by Esker on Wed, 2016-12-07 13:27

always walked
born with a crooked
hip..or spine
walked sideways
kind of sexy in a way
Like one of those old
reserve dawgs that U
just never were sure of
heading down the road
thru the ditch and into
the woods..said the trees
and birds kept her company
but she was always keeping
the bad company
said she were no sugar
and spice
I was always driving her around
summer with the windows down
Playing my sisters old cassettes
beer runs for the old man
shoving ma's old mover about
hanging around the wrench
heads doing their fancy frame
off work sketching in the corner
all the machinery
everyone else was doing short
time or working away
just always had a car
someplace to go
laying on the hood watching
the clouds go past
another lifetime
rovers and travellers
sitting round the old kitchen
tables with kitty wells cranked
up like psy op music
come on shannon
that was my name I went
by...drive me to the toadhouse
the bars went by funny
names the albino
the pit
Had nick names for the
true characters
K-Tel Kyle..Spills no Drops
k tel was the dj...thus the
name...was too cheap to
buy the new modern rock
no one cared..company
and beers..black russians
cowboy hat tilted
spills could and would dance
barefoot with two beers
spinning about..
spitfire was this little gal
up there gyrating like a
hula girl on washboard
a scrapper always getting
banned
a millenium of moments
I forget till I dream about
em...hear a song I pull
up on U Tube...
just a bunch of old farts
now sending pics via
the net....remember whens
they gather..
I got into my routine
got into my city
slowed er down in the
granpa lane
but I remember them
characters real well

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Roscoe Lane

Sat, 2017-01-14 04:00

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I think I've just had a thought, instead of these poems rusting away in the undiscovered. Why don't we have a read but no comment area. where we simply can note that it's been read. Enjoyed the read. Regards Roscoe,,,

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

Esker

Sat, 2017-01-14 04:20

Esker's picture

something like that..
I get what your saying...and I like Rust!
like I like scars and broken hearts
and haunted eyes
that come alive
fired up with the octane of passion
anger...rage...sadness..grief...
and that calm overcast serenity
lulling..

got on this other site...a box beside
your gif...little pic...or Tales..
people click it and all it does is
tally the numeric..like a keypad
keystroke counter..
but all fine..even there many
read and dont hit the counter..
I like the idea of the drift theory
Undiscovered is like the Sargasso
sea...then it was filled with Barquentines
brigatines schooners etc
now its just plastic for miles...
Friend of mine lived on an east coast
island and he loved after the storms
finding wood from far far away places
what is interesting to one is just another
hunk of driftwood to others...

sometimes people are more
anthropological and sociologist
either their line of work and trade
or natural gifts...or a bit of both

always fun asking...why...how did
the narrator evolve to this kind
of perspective...
when evolves when we read
these finding the voice first
then the pace
if its relatable then its a story
that mist of mystery

thank U for going over these
old rusty vignettes Roscoe

thank U!

Mr Wolf!

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Esker

Sat, 2017-01-14 14:11

Esker's picture

out here i call em old yellers..
first time they hit range everyone just
rushes and beats the crap outta em
they get shipped far away...kids do their
time..oldsters reward em with stuff..
nice work boys\\ and the intell crowd
runs their ticket....background check
see what they didnt get convicted for
but got hauled up on suspicion of..
...like the idea of push pin visitation...
i ever go in again i know \i got groupies
show....visitors....money in my cup...\
Like the idea of counter option..
much of the work is hard to comment
on..personal..intimate..out there..
too abrasive...
lucky me i got tons saying this needs
tweaking and i got tons saying my
work is shit..too indulgent....etc..ask
me its like mozart to that composer\
that poisoned him...the failed one
who...who was that....what was his
name...everyone loved mozart

lennon was a beautiful poet and
they shot him...
if i could only go back in time.....

keep thinking
keep writing
your works are braver
then the mortal flesh
what \god said to me
one day...

thank u\\\\

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