Yard Sale

Yard Sale

A Poem by terry smith

I feel like
some yard sale
stripper
removing
memories
piece by piece
till the past
and my 
regrets
are gone
and all
I have
is a pile
of one dollar
bills
to tip
the bartender
as I down
another
shot
to clean up
this mess.

© 2015 terry smith


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another fine example of it's not the quantity it's the quality.... and in saying that, what's wrong with a little mess? Messy in regards to strippers can be a good thing, right?

Posted 9 Years Ago


terry smith

9 Years Ago

funny I do these things on a subconscious level..
roarke

9 Years Ago

dude, even better. subconscious level, that's where all the truth is. word.
terry smith

9 Years Ago

I once lived in a subconscious level house....till the tornado came...
While I am far from a fan of concrete poetry, the manner in which this piece resembles a stripper's pole is a wry little touch. Add in the fact that the metaphor is so tight, and what's not to like?

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

terry smith

9 Years Ago

Thanks!................

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