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"ending a sentence with a preposition is something up with which i will not put."

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republished for the heck of it???

a river by my home.

November 16, 2019

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today it smells like
gasoline
the sour garbage rot
and tainted like addiction,
the thought of being stuck;
when i inhale, i feel it
lodging in my brain like
the west-side garbage dam.

my stupidest cousin
gulped the wood-brown water
with tiny cheekbones
and vomited an infinity of
cardboard and plastic and
powder
into his fingers.

another day cops swarmed along
our river
like mosquitoes waiting for skin;
they made promises and
did nothing, of course
and we held another funeral
by the water's edge.

another day my brothers sat two-to-a-canoe
and pulled out filth
with fishing-nets,
treasures stained and second-hand,
and they returned with smiles and
never enough.

tomorrow will smell like today
which smells like yesterday,
and no one here knows anything
except for that.

doctors pulled lice out of our hair
and worms out of our stomachs
and drugs out of our pockets
and smoke out of our lungs
until nothing was left
but river.

i will stay waiting by the water.

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7 Comments
  • purplepanache

    engaging stuff this is! loved it!


    7 months ago
  • jaii

    this is so beautifully complex. your figuratively language is godly.


    11 months ago
  • hi i'm jackson ;)

    like, "and tainted like addiction, the thought of being stuck; when i inhale, i feel it lodging in my brain like the west-side garbage dam" connects with "doctors pulled...drugs out of our pockets" its so AMAZINGLY WRITTEN!!!


    about 1 year ago
  • hi i'm jackson ;)

    this is so good!! wow!!!!


    about 1 year ago
  • parachutes_the_idiot

    https://www.writetheworld.com/groups/1/shared/137151/version/265008


    about 1 year ago
  • ajamwal

    yeah, me too, i really hesitated at that, but then it looked really awkward


    about 1 year ago
  • BurningMidnightOil

    This piece is magnificent in ways i cannot express. The metaphors and imagery are absolutely outstanding. “ treasures stained and second-hand,
    and they returned with smiles and
    never enough” “ gulped the wood-brown water with tiny cheekbones” “ lodging in my brain like the west-side garbage dam” and the last two stanza s. Very, very well done! Keep up the fantastic work:)


    about 1 year ago