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The whisper in the wind.

by Johnny Crimson

When we hear
the whisper in the wind,
there's a small twist on your tongue
and it's tug-a-war with a double-edged sword,
like a cadence we cannot follow
as our feet
become one with the earth.

We are tangerine fields
of sultry bladed grass
shaped
to look like barbershop clippings
resting on the floor,
the broom of life shall sweep us away.

Ten-ton magazines
with giant premature-teens
clucthing themselves as the drool hits the page,
this is the way,
oh, the only way.

Then as Barbie dolls
grab your ipod and push you downstairs,
where the kid you used to kiss,
grows older with much better things to do,
and that telephone pole
with all it's leaning support,
crashes down around your ankles,
where her pants used to fall...

01/04/2011

Posted on 01/04/2011
Copyright © 2022 Johnny Crimson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 01/04/11 at 01:16 PM

Yes time stops for no one and we grow old if not up unless drugs or a bullet/bomb stops the progression. If we had the right parents it gives a little bit of joy or more. If we look at a larger picture, well then......

Posted by Andrea Colton on 01/04/11 at 08:45 PM

Really nice play on words. My favorite, "...clutching themselves as the drool hits the page, this is the way, oh, the only way." L.o.v.e.

Posted by A. Paige White on 01/04/11 at 09:22 PM

Great stuff! My favorite part is the last half of the last stanza. lol... boys are boys are boys... no matter how many years they attain. Great reminder for me of something happening yesterday. Thanks!

Posted by Amber B on 03/10/11 at 03:16 AM

Gorgeous phraseology... I was breathless by the end. :)

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