Meeting Ezra Green

Meeting Ezra Green

A Chapter by Solidad

Wild hair and a silly grin,
That's how I spent my better days.


When I got too much blood in my alcohol.
And too much sanity in my reality.


Better off with a bottle of gin,
Parting my veins than a woman.


I sit shot gun to my addictions,
Or so says my Mama.


Kissing boys in secret,

So my Pop don't kill me dead.


He tasted of cigarettes and cream soda,
Unlike his drunken counter part.


There were moments I saw forever in his eyes.
Listless in his affection for me.


I'd always have to swallow,
My pride and smile.


Because when you love someone,
You don't ask questions.



© 2011 Solidad


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Very good poem, but the wording between stanzas 5 and 6 make it sound a little like you're kissing Pop

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I love how out of control you made me feel here.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Hmmmmm, interesting character

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