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The Poetry Warrior (c) Abigail Beaudelle - 2008.
All Poetry and artwork (c) the respective artists.
All Poetry and artwork (c) the respective artists.
Indiana June Night
Tim Murray
Windows open
60 something degrees
Shut my eyes for a minute
And fell into a two hour nap
Awoke to gospel music
Blaring a few doors down
Jovial black woman
And her small boys on bikes
The music is actually quite nice
And a lot better than
Many other things that could be blaring
Altho I don't understand
Any of the elated vocals
Or rhythmic raptures
I am too distracted
By the speed jockeys
Out there on Central Ave. tonight
Grumbling rumbling
Mountains of engine
From Dairy Dip
To the gas station
And back
Further distractions develop
When phone rings and
I for some damned reason
Answer
And it is mother
"Uh, hullo?"
"Hey, whatcha doin?"
"Tryna hang myself in the hall closet with an old belt…then you called…and saved me…bless you!"
"Hey, I've gotta talk to you about something…"
"Uh…yeah?"
"Listen, yer kid brother (aged 16) came to me the other day and told me that he and his little girlfriend started
having sex….I need you to have a talk with him."
"Uh, me, I, Uh, Wadda, I…"
"Thanks, I knew you would help!"
Click.
Oh
Yeah
I'll help
Because I'm the
Funny guy
The one never taken seriously
The laid back guy
With weirdo books
And faggy pomes
[Cont. on next page]
Tim Murray
Windows open
60 something degrees
Shut my eyes for a minute
And fell into a two hour nap
Awoke to gospel music
Blaring a few doors down
Jovial black woman
And her small boys on bikes
The music is actually quite nice
And a lot better than
Many other things that could be blaring
Altho I don't understand
Any of the elated vocals
Or rhythmic raptures
I am too distracted
By the speed jockeys
Out there on Central Ave. tonight
Grumbling rumbling
Mountains of engine
From Dairy Dip
To the gas station
And back
Further distractions develop
When phone rings and
I for some damned reason
Answer
And it is mother
"Uh, hullo?"
"Hey, whatcha doin?"
"Tryna hang myself in the hall closet with an old belt…then you called…and saved me…bless you!"
"Hey, I've gotta talk to you about something…"
"Uh…yeah?"
"Listen, yer kid brother (aged 16) came to me the other day and told me that he and his little girlfriend started
having sex….I need you to have a talk with him."
"Uh, me, I, Uh, Wadda, I…"
"Thanks, I knew you would help!"
Click.
Oh
Yeah
I'll help
Because I'm the
Funny guy
The one never taken seriously
The laid back guy
With weirdo books
And faggy pomes
[Cont. on next page]
The Poetry Warrior (c) Abigail Beaudelle - 2008.
All Poetry and artwork (c) the respective artists.
All Poetry and artwork (c) the respective artists.
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