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Scotty Dogg

Rookie - 72 Points (Don't rightly remember. They always called me Dogg / The Potato Fields, Indiana)

High Sierra


Inside a cabin, I
chew Ma's
fat while the gang
checks
the windows for
law and trees who
grow outta rocks.
Ma's got a mole
with a long
hair.
I got a cigarette
hangin' outta
the corner of my
mouth.

Submitted: Thursday, February 21, 2013

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  • Veteran Poet - 3,842 Points Bri Edwards (10/11/2013 2:08:00 PM)

    when you finish the fat you could start on the mole i guess. bang! bang! what KIND of cigarette is that? :) (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 812 Points Unwritten Soul (4/23/2013 11:52:00 AM)

    you can write a long story with a shortcut. It always your style, scotty dogg style! _Soul (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 95 Points Michael Oliver (2/28/2013 4:21:00 PM)

    I do like the way in which you cut the narrative into a set of staccato moments - like the feeling of complete and simultaneous incomplete phrase sets- you got my creative juices dripping on how to use this idea. Has haunts of Steinbeck but ultimately Mr Dogg it seeps into one.. Have been thinking about this mood since reading it a couple of days ago beginningn to realize its qualities simple but so so rich. (Report) Reply

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