Little Boy Blue~

~written in 1984~

Someday

I would like

To stop picking pieces of you

Out of my back pockets

Every time

I reach for a dime;

You were so fond of writing

Notes

In class

Slipping them down the back of my shirt

Some boys were happy with snapping bra straps

But not you

You wrote a thousand fairy tales

Between Algebra

And History

We were lucky to be at the back

Of the class

Though we were at the head of maturation

Fighters

Justice

branded by the lack of experiencing it

We made our own justice

Sister Mary wished us gone

I think that’s why

They kept us skipping grades

 

And here comes the shift

 

Little boy blue

Man on the beat

Officer down

Town riddled with bullets

In your holster they found a short story

I patched my Siouxsie and the Banshees t shirt

With your words

And wore your poetry over my heart

For decades

 

Someday

I would like to stop by your grave

And plant the stories

In the earth

With flowers

But all I do is kneel

And find more pieces of you

In my back pockets

 

 

 

copyright:(originally written June 1984)2011 vssmd/amusemusepress

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Author's Note

~going through old notebooks with many scribbles~memories return in waves~

Reviews

[Chloe..Across the Unive..]

This is heartbreaking. What a wonderful kind of guy .. i remember the bra snapping.. detested it .. but i would have loved a note , poem slipped down the back of my shirt.
This is a memory that is bittersweet- to go and plant the stories with the flowers... what a beautiful thought. Yes, this was felt.

Chloe

[Loki Ragna-rock]

exquisite!

[Cafe Reader]

Even at 18 you had already developed the voice that captivates your readers, your friends, your acolytes! (:
This is very sad, Selene. Knowing the story behind it, well, it makes it all the more moving.

[LilyT]

You were born with the gift of words. Poet of the finest order.

[Kerry O'Connor]

This is a memory which sings, Selene. It sings a sad song but the words turn it into a song worth singing.

I would like to stop by your grave

And plant the stories

In the earth

With flowers... I quite happily be remembered this way, on a day in Spring, many years from now.

[Maurice]

Poignant and beautifully written.

[Brad]

damn, this one really hurt...solemn and real...no snark just pure emotion

[Eiken]

What a story and so beautifully written. Love your work:))

[Siddhartha]

innocent love of innocent times...ravaged by the the vagaries of time...leftovers. memories.nostalgia.the sweet reminiscence of another life in another timeline...this beautiful and gorgeous...

[Rossen]

Of words... lives timeless warmth