Melanie Emikohe

Graveyard Boy - Poem by Melanie Emikohe

I work a graveyard shift,
a hundred and fifty a day
excluding my jeepney fare;
often walk when I'm broke.

I spend fifty for my honey,
buy her small size soda
and a sausage in a bun.
And I spend for her rides.

Someday I will be richer
and marry her in France;
book in spas and sleep
on a waterbed at night.

Comments about Graveyard Boy by Melanie Emikohe

  • (9/19/2007 10:04:00 AM)

    to dream of better things. for what else is there - when all seems mundane,
    morose, and lost...

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 10, 2006

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 14, 2010

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