The Comic BookA Poem by LizzieI wrote this one Fourth of July while sitting at a bar, people watching.
The comic book
~ I've been hanging here on this shelf, trying to find a sense of hopefulness within me. My price tag, a mere 25 cents. One shiny quarter. What can you buy for a quarter these days? Nothing, at least... That I know of. And now I've found myself in the hands of this simple minded woman/girl. She's chattering mindlessly about Charlie Brown and how she can play the songs from the tv specials on the piano. She mentions the "guy who wrote the music". Anyone who has any respect for him and his creativity knows the music of Vince Guaraldi. I guess sitting on this shelf, day after day, watching the masses pass me by has turned me a bit cynical. And now I've been handed over to "Joe", the young unemployed veteran who's spent some time at Togus. Anyone who's spent time in this area knows what that means. He looks normal enough, and he's pleasant, friendly. I can't, however, help but feel a bit leary. "Unemployed, veteran, Togus... all of this brings to mind visions of post traumatic stress and postal young men wielding weapons of mass destruction. He's left me behind and I'm lying on the counter within sight of this young woman (her claim is she's not as young as she looks) who's daringly, if not delicately trying the 1800/coconut tequila margarita on special. The tenders for the evening don't quite get why I am here, and honestly, neither do I. My name is Anita Blake and I'm a vampire hunter. And now, I'm in the hands of "Dave", a young welder/self proclaimed mechanic... My saga continues. © 2017 LizzieReviews
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1 Review Added on November 13, 2017 Last Updated on November 13, 2017 AuthorLizziePortland , MEAboutI discovered my writing talent in 2002 when I decided to write poetry for my ailing fiancé. He passed in 2003 and writing was a huge help to me in expressing my grief and general feelings durin.. more..Writing
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