Almost 13 - Poem by JOE POEWHIT
What's really going on.
T.V. for hours - THEIR GONE.
Homework maybe and radios on.
Let me fill this pot bowl.
Stereo loud - rock song on.
BEER< TOBACCO- night stand.
Strobe light with color on.
MY LIFE IS GETTING FUNNY.
Now all the house lights are on.
The couch - my favorite pillow.
What is happening to me? ? ? ? ? ?
Crazy thoughts that just won't flee.
Into the bathroom - head down.
Tears running over the deep frown.
Into the mirror I look.
A JUNKY WHORE - PLUS A CROOK.
The blood is dripping now.
THEY DON'T LOVE ME - ANOTHER DOWN.
On the floor with one knee.
Dead I am in this red sea.
from my poetry book DREAMS 2
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