Where does your poetry go
when you wake unrested
from a restless night
does it rattle down that old road
like a rusty car
back to when the bell chimed the hour
in Bolin Science Hall
before the campus was revamped
when walking into those classrooms
looked like 1955 again
all Peggy Sue Got Married
Buddy Holly playing on the radio
Where does your poetry go
during that exquisite breakup
lipstick smeared, standing in the lightening
thunderstorm wrecking havoc
like witching taboo
before you knew he was a coward
and a looser
just before you made fun of Sheila Rutosky
for mistaking Journey for Night Ranger
then getting tickets anyway
just where does your poetry go
grasping the lyrics
of a disenchanted USA song
Springsteen pulling the varnish off
and St. Elmo’s Fire drama began
unfolding for real…
Love this a lot!
Thanks so much!
Thus one brings back a lot of memories. But Night Ranger for Journey?? Unthinkable! Most oft poetry goes in the draft folder of my emails.
Yes indeed, lots of memories, some better than others. My poetry is usually handwritten in a notebook, and I often loose it here and there.
I could never do that. My handwriting is way too bad.
so cool
Thanks so much!