The sin is in the bones again

A Poem by Drew Wade

august poetry. hot off the presses.

the flesh is in the pan

And tho they say I'm all burned out

I still can't tell you why

And why not

And wherefore

And Romeos and Juliets

Don't exist

And neither does Communism

or Batman

Or cigarettes.

And all I ever think

about anymore is

you

As my handwriting gets

bigger until it blots

out these memories

Or whatever you call 'em

Can you blame me?

Just get me one of

those nonexistent

cigarettes

And quit telling

me yer age.

© 2009 Drew Wade

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raining

good, it is like we know, and we don't really know what or who you are writing about or to. That gives the poem an enigmatic quality which is entising to the reader.

are you the subject, or the object... the metaphors move around and have a verity, and a wit which is in yr poems anyway... and i like the way you ended it with nonexistant cigarettes and a slap: "and quit telling me yer age". thanks raining

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What is the "sin"? Possibly a forbidden and/or long lost love? I've yet to ever see a happy romance from you =)

And of course "Romeos and Juliets / Don't exist / And neither does Communism / or Batman / Or cigarettes" because all you can think about is her...or whatever this memory is. Nothing really exists when you're lost in the memory of something so wonderful. Especially if it wasn't there for very long. Or hasn't been around for a long time.

I'm assuming you meant to spell it as "tho" on purpose, so I supposed I'll leave that alone, although you can correct me. The same with "yer". Although I understand why you'd use "yer"--characterization and taking away any intimacy. It's perfect; it's hardly a love letter anyhow. And somehow I doubt no matter how big you write, it'll never blot out the memories. In fact...from experience, writing about it more and more keeps the memory intact. That's why we write about things that happen in the past, especially historical things so they can be perserved for future record.

It's good to see you writing again =)