19 Apr

Springtime in Baltimore.

Power lines sway, neighbors greet,

Helen turns tricks in the sunshine,

a syringe rolls by my feet.


My lawn is an ashtray

and home to a stray weave.

The junkie next door beats his wife.

One word. Believe.


It’s printed in black and white–

as if things were that clear.


12 Responses to “Believe”

  1. Kyle April 19, 2012 at 11:10 am #

    Reblogged this on and commented:

    deep dark and beautiful


  2. jennigreenmiller April 19, 2012 at 11:20 am #



  3. crubin April 19, 2012 at 11:56 am #

    Very nice. I admire those of you who write poetry. You’ve said much in so few words.


    • La La April 19, 2012 at 2:39 pm #

      Thank you, Carrie! I think poetry is challenging. I try to reconnect with it when I can, but it usually looks like it was written by an angsty teenager.


  4. Pigeon Heart April 19, 2012 at 1:04 pm #



  5. pivoine68 April 19, 2012 at 2:23 pm #

    That was so sad and beautiful La La. Excellent!



  6. Kourtney Heintz April 29, 2012 at 6:47 pm #

    Amazing poem. Images flickered and flared through my mind. Terrific job! 🙂


    • La La April 30, 2012 at 10:13 am #

      Thanks Kourtney 🙂


  7. diirrty May 9, 2012 at 2:45 am #

    This is hilarious, and I think you’re obsessed with Helen. Is she stalking you, or are you stalking her? 😉


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