[untitled]A Poem by Zach PoehleinJune 29, 2008 1:15 AM
i hope you didn't come here looking for a "good time," we've got nothing-but booze and a WRONG WAY sign, you waltz in here eyes rolled back, looking-for the genius your mother said you were waiting for a lightbulb to be born somehow spring into existence out of all that dark, and all that cold, and all that history deep down in your gut like a safe,
but this isn't charming, not charming but more like the alleyway on Main Street- where an old man sips dreams out of a paper bag, doesnt bat an eye when bag runs dry just keeps sipping-sipping, god is on his way, and he'll get here just you wait and see,
this room, red walls covered in memory-and a WRONG WAY sign, just got home-from a long day at work-my brain is killin' me, and I'm still sitting here right where I left myself, eyes rolled back like I was in some sort of trance eye whites dance trance and by chance that lightbulb went off, didn't expect it so I wasn't ready-or willing, got caught pants around my ankles spitting against the wind just to pass the time, in my silly little room, in this silly little house, in this silly little town, two Waffle Houses-two McDonalds and two-no four-no six-no a thousand houses just like mine, a thousand rooms with red walls too, and a thousand WRONG WAY signs, all rolled back in a thousand blank minds waiting for the next lightbulb- because this time, it's going to be different. © 2008 Zach PoehleinReviews
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3 Reviews Added on June 30, 2008 AuthorZach PoehleinShelbyville, KYAboutI write poetry. And I hope you can see this, because Im doing it as hard as I can. more..Writing
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