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Tell em' it started in the kitchen!
by Johnny CrimsonOut in the fields then
the brush was waist high at times
The tall grass tickled our ankles
and the bugs were thick and bloated if you could imagine
Dollar bills had not yet coated our eyelids
but green we were
so green
Poking dead frogs with sticks we wondered
how this could get any better
We came home to a burning house
dead parents and all
At that moment
as I wiped the blood from fathers mouth
I spoke directly into her eyes
deeply
slowly
and with all sincerity
Now we are free
08/19/2007 Posted on 08/19/2007
Copyright © 2025 Johnny Crimson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anne Boulender on 08/20/07 at 12:07 AM ? wow, this is like a reoccurring thing for you I guess. Well if you are going to do something over and over again, you might as well do it this way! |
| Posted by Anne Boulender on 08/20/07 at 12:08 AM that was praise by the way (my above comment). |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/20/07 at 02:39 AM Yikes! some history here I do not know, apparently... a Stephen King feel to it, to say the least. |
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