You gave me your blessing
and a promise of fair weather.
I gave you head
in an empty bathroom stall.
Bartholomew
May the saints preserve us
like little jars of pickles
stacked against the cellar wall.
I chased the end of summer
playing guitar for the folkies.
You got a steady job
selling Nikes at the mall.
Bartholomew
I know you don't deserve this,
but I've met a pretty singer,
and I've promised her the fall.
We left with your blessing
and a warning about the weather
and a brand new pair of Nikes
I shoplifted from the mall.
Bartholomew
I wish you could come with us,
and if you're ever down in Katy,
promise me you'll call.
Thursday, August 25, 2011
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- Maude Lynn
- Anybody who has survived his childhood has enough information about life to last him the rest of his days. ---Flannery O'Connor
13 comments:
Superb! Love the restless quality of their aspirations and sexuality!
...and then Batholomew went on to become the patron saint of librarians. (that's what you get for befriending a Catholic bookworm)
I love the stories you tell in just a few lines. I like the pickles, though along with the, um, romantic locale, it all seems awfully impersonal until the "I know you don't deserve this, but..." You make us like these characters, then they blow away to whatever came next.
You and Alanis Morrisette...
I liked this so much. Well, maybe not the bj thing, but I loved the shoplifting line. :)
LOL Tell it like it is! ;)
I like your stories...Happy day~
cool story!
this is so fun... must be sung, do you? Really dig the imagery of the pickled saints in the cellar ~
"May the saints preserve us
like little jars of pickles
stacked against the cellar wall."
love that!!
Very funny. Very cheeky. and so well structured. Love your stuff.
Restless that is the theme. Enjoyed!
Great story, great style!
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