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4 poems, Eric Gibbons

11/2/2012

2 Comments

 
For the Army


hats off to the drummer's little lady…

I hate coming back to the ghost house
with your miniature things scattered
little chair, little piano.
Just when it feels like home
you want your mom
and you want her more than anything
including me.

I finally confirmed that the Saab girl wears pretty sexy panties
I don't know why I even doubted it
and though the moon has been gone for weeks
her chest, well I guess it was an inner glow?
I wanted to hit her, for the army.



Rice Crackers


I had to re-buy the tamari rice crackers that you gave me
I had to throw them in the dumpster
I would have to throw my yearbook in the dumpster too
if you were in it like those rice crackers

man I bought some goat cheese medallions to go with them
when I thought you were coming over.



You and Your Mama


We watched half of Happy Feet Two
we did play dough
I knew you were a genius when you really tried
to mix an orange
that matched the pumpkin you were painting

And when you said you wanted to go home
I admit,
I thought "well fuck you"
but just for a second,
then I thought
well

fuck HER.


Secretary


oh and ah the beginning
I read the books that you lent me
I even bought one that I thought you might like after I read it first
and set the tone and pace
Did push ups over you
thought your face was porcelain 
thought you were dead for a second
thought about lying
just laid down and was honestly a bit cold all night
woke up in a state that rained all goddamn day.


-Eric Gibbons
2 Comments
Mom
11/3/2012 08:34:38 am

I wish you had more to be happy about. I know your life is hard but that little girl is worth it. I love you. Mom

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ccryder
11/3/2012 01:09:07 pm

love you candor, as a tortured sensitive, it's nice to see you're in the flow and don't allow the crap to block you. broke my right arm so i'm at a loss with one finger typing...

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