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Oscar
by Alan MahoodOscar was talking barbeque and
Singing "...Is you is or is you ain't
My baby..." last I saw him
Not knowing that would be my question
To you and
The inspector looked at me like I was
From Venus 'cause I didn't come out of
The rain,
"You can stand over there" he said but
He didn't know I was hoping to have
The memories and dreams and tears
Washed away like so much dust on
The sidewalk during a thunderstorm
In Texas
Maybe there's a gutter and a storm
Drain that can hold hopes
Shattered and yet not explode like
A dike during Noah's flood
I didn't expect the answer
"...Is you ain't my girl."
-amahood
07.04.2003 07/04/2003 Posted on 07/04/2003
Copyright © 2026 Alan Mahood
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Paganini Jones on 11/16/11 at 05:54 PM A poignant story that leaves as many questions as answers and leaves me stays with me. Excellent POTD |
| Posted by Kevin Fehlen on 11/16/11 at 11:31 PM Love the rhythm of this. For some reason I could picture this being read by Tom Waits, in his classic melodramatic tone. Beautiful. |
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