Believe

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.

Tags: Baltimore, believe, drugs, poetry, prostitution

Comments 12 Comments
Categories humor, personal, photo, poetry
Author La La

12 Responses to “Believe”

Kyle April 19, 2012 at 11:10 am #

Reblogged this on kylemew.com and commented:

deep dark and beautiful

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jennigreenmiller April 19, 2012 at 11:20 am #

nice

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- La La April 19, 2012 at 2:40 pm #
  
  muah
  
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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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Pigeon Heart April 19, 2012 at 1:04 pm #

snAP!

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

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

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- La La April 30, 2012 at 10:13 am #
  
  Thanks Kourtney 🙂
  
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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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- La La May 9, 2012 at 7:11 am #
  
  We stalk each other!
  
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