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Debauchery and Fables
by Timothy Wilson
The neighborhood boys of my childhood
Just three miles south of hell we lived
And two miles north of the Garden of Eden
When we stole their father’s convertible had me drive it
It was candy apple red and by god it smelled sweet
That new leather smell they insisted I could keep in my nose for free
They slithered in the front and back seat
And told me to open wide
“Take your first bite, and quench the temptation”
“Would we really tell you to do something wrong?”
Years later the shrink was towering over me
He looked like God and intimidated me
I felt and looked guilty
Red handed my pocket jingled the guilt song
Of convertible keys
“Tell me about your childhood”
“Doc, the devil had me from the get go”
07/24/2011 Posted on 07/24/2011
Copyright © 2025 Timothy Wilson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Samiah Haque on 07/24/11 at 09:24 PM brilliant darkly humorous poem. the images were sharp and sensuous, the transition from childhood memory to adult were done to perfection. this is everything a poem can be and more. (and i love how you employ the metaphor of the fall.) |
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