Nostalgia for SaleA Poem by CrowleyPriceless...Photographer: Mary Ann Potter You gave me that look, rolled your eyes…chuckling Your connection to my heart severed wholly with a rusty hatchet I wanted to buy that house, my house and mend it neat The one where a young girls dreams warped and waned by day Nostalgia for sale……ragdoll memories “Run to the market punkin' and get me a beer” That top step was perfect for dolls, a book, a kiss, a cry Daddy’s front stoop wisdom, forming misconceptions, but endearing nonetheless Rodney hiding under that porch when company came…hoping for skirts Missionaries chased down the block, caught only in the dog’s dreams Nostalgia for sale……fading memories “Run to Green’s for me sweetheart, I need some smokes” Whiskey breath perilously close to my nose “Your mom’s after me to fix the fence” Five apples, six apples, seven apples, more... Locks on teenagers doors kept Uncle Jacob at bay, drunken covert fumbling Mom seemed to turn the other cheek til’ midnight knife to balls….reformed, Hallelujah Carport posts destroyed by driving lessons and dad’s not so subtle teachers hand Tree house porn scattered by the wind, glossy thighs on mom’s windshield, beatings Nostalgia for sale….so sweet memories “Run to Grant’s Teddy bear, my oxygen is out” My first love perilously close to death “Your mom is after me stay on the couch” Don’t be in a rush to get out that door... © 2018 CrowleyAuthor's Note
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Added on June 21, 2018Last Updated on June 21, 2018 AuthorCrowleyPhoenix, AZAboutLike to hang out with other writers and see what's what. Have met a lot of good people on this and other sites through the years. Decided to come back and do a little posting and reading. Hit me up i.. more..Writing
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