Telephone. by ~Oro91 on deviantART
i wanna call an old friend
from my childhood
talk about kickball and boys.
i wanna make fun
of somebody’s mother,, ride our bikes
and smoke butts-
at least till the ice cream man comes..
i wanna call an old friend
from my adolescence
buy a cheap bag of weed
and a bong.
talk about frenching, while coughing
my ass off,
then pass out all fucked up, in the sun..
i wanna call an old friend
from my 20’s
buy a case of cold bud
and some rock.
bitch about guys we shouldn’t love-
but can’t leave,
’cause damn it,, the sex is too hot..
i wanna call an old friend
from my 30’s
tell them “i’m off all that shit,
man, i’m clean..”
but i can’t, because i can not find them,
they’re all dead, or in jail,,
or worse- clean like me..
June 27th, 2008 at 7:24 am
13 years Clean - not too shabby.Congratulations!
June 27th, 2008 at 7:47 am
It’s sort of bitter sweet - they’re all either clean, banged up or dead. Very nicely done.
June 27th, 2008 at 9:14 am
Sometimes I wonder what’s worse.
Clean or fucked up
The problem is whenever I’m either, I want to be the other . . .
D
June 27th, 2008 at 10:22 am
ha great ending. i love the rich characters you create
June 27th, 2008 at 12:42 pm
Oh I like this one, so very cool, a walk down memory lane, but no one left to walk with
except the very dull.
June 27th, 2008 at 12:52 pm
paisley,
How come we always look back?
rel
June 27th, 2008 at 2:30 pm
Jodi, that walk down memory lane was too close for comfort but well written. I had a lot of fun back then but I’d never go back to my wild youth.
June 27th, 2008 at 2:49 pm
I think the call should be to new friends. The past in important but sometimes when contact is made one feels let down………..Well done as always.
June 27th, 2008 at 3:59 pm
I like that it’s nostalgic and warm and then you get that punch at the end…
June 27th, 2008 at 4:22 pm
we all look back the difficult part is looking back and seeing the whole picture not just snippets…they say you can’t go back but I think you can in certain ways as long as you make good choices…
June 27th, 2008 at 5:32 pm
Always, the hard and wild times, in retrospect, have a beauty that may not really have been appreciated at the time. But reflection has a nasty habit of glossing over the pain to find the beauty.
June 27th, 2008 at 6:19 pm
A very interesting approach to presenting a life; reminiscence, regret, longing, adventures, mistakes, and successes, and all in a unique telling. Well done.
June 27th, 2008 at 6:51 pm
Another paisley classic! The refrain works so well, tying in the different time periods. Great ending to close the poem.
June 27th, 2008 at 7:08 pm
This is a really nice poem. I enjoyed it–and that’s saying something because I usually don’t have a clue about poetry. I’m more a prose person, myself.
By the way, I found you blog on blogcatalog.com and since you’re obviously into writing, I wanted to let you know about a new e-zine that me and a few writer friends are putting together
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You should check us out if you’re interested–or better yet, submit something!
Thanks a bunch!
June 27th, 2008 at 7:24 pm
your voice is so unique because you always wear your heart on your sleeve without any censorship. it’s brave and it’s what makes your poetry just plain awesome….we come in search of your courageous and no bullshit spirit.
June 27th, 2008 at 9:36 pm
Some of my best friends ended up dead or clean. These days the clean ones sit with green tea discussing low-glycaemic diets and retirement plans. Where have those dancing on tables days gone? Excellent piece!
June 27th, 2008 at 11:26 pm
clapping gleefully, this is brilliant, a favourite of yours (yes, another *grin*)
June 28th, 2008 at 4:13 am
bluebird?
June 28th, 2008 at 8:01 am
This is so good! So many folk I am sure can relate to these words - especially the ending!
June 28th, 2008 at 10:41 pm
I’m there too Darling - the old cronies, the ones I blamed for bringing me undone, when really it was me … gone, all gone!! We’ve been saved for something very special, we’re blessed and thankfully we know it. LYM xoxoxo
June 29th, 2008 at 1:03 pm
Isn’t it amazing when we live so many lives throughout one lifetime. …if we’re lucky. Good or bad, think if we’d only lived one.
June 30th, 2008 at 7:05 am
Floating in the in-between.
Not old.
Not young.
June 30th, 2008 at 12:05 pm
really good account of life making a turn
July 1st, 2008 at 1:07 am
So much power in truth….and the webs we weave! Well done!
Hugs Giggles
July 1st, 2008 at 8:55 pm
Damn Girl. HIT HOME much? Geez us. I feel this one
July 3rd, 2008 at 2:12 pm
Paisley, this one was amazing. It is so bittersweet and so honest.
July 4th, 2008 at 7:01 am
This is excellent work. I always enjoy hearing about your life, so I guess that’s why I like your poetry so much. I can relate in a lot of ways and understand in ways I haven’t lived but lived through other people living them and whatnot.