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90 pound ball
by Angela Thomasi must be old.
i went bowling.
the strobe lights
caused a seizure.
there was no
collateral for my
size 9 bowling shoes.
at midnight, every
teenager got picked up.
i was arriving.
we played on the side
with the stench of
beer and cigars.
the music playing
was foreign and
too loud.
the next day,
my back was killing.
i must have thrown
the 90 pound ball
down the lane at
least 100 times.
or at least it
felt that way.
bowling made me
feel old.
the way you
were that night
made me feel young.
i must be in love. 12/13/2003 Posted on 12/14/2003
Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 12/14/03 at 04:42 AM *clapping* Yes, indeed, this is the way it goes! |
| Posted by Sam Roberts on 12/14/03 at 03:31 PM haha, this is brilliant. Really liking your style. You seem to have conclusions to end you poetry which I like. Some people do it and it sounds cheesy but you do this well.
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