Believe

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.

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12 Responses to “Believe”

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

    Reblogged this on kylemew.com and commented:

    deep dark and beautiful

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

    nice

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  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.

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    • 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.

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

    snAP!

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

    That was so sad and beautiful La La. Excellent!

    Bisous,
    Dawn

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    • La La April 19, 2012 at 2:41 pm #

      Thanks!

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

    Amazing poem. Images flickered and flared through my mind. Terrific job! šŸ™‚

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

      Thanks Kourtney šŸ™‚

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  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? šŸ˜‰

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    • La La May 9, 2012 at 7:11 am #

      We stalk each other!

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