Grape Slurpee

Grape Slurpee

A Poem by Jonathan W

roller skating late in the evening
two boys glide across the wavy concrete like surfers.
ten small wheels rolling them away
from their mother’s doublewide 
adjacent to the long airstrip.

the tallest boy caught briefly in time 
as a small stone
sends his lanky form airborne, 

loose sweatshirt like a cape
suspending him for a glorious moment
before arriving heavily on the curb, palms first 
discarding his newly lit cigarette. 

“f**k, man.”

A grape slurpee is more effective 
than gauze and bandages
in the reconstruction of 
his bruised pride.

seated on the curb as cars pass by too closely,
the two boy’s invisible moment of meditation
is broken only by slurping and the ticking made by 
flicking bottle caps into a storm drain.

a melody, 
sustained by seven-eleven, scraped knees, and skate videos.

© 2016 Jonathan W


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You are a amazing writer.
"loose sweatshirt like a cape
suspending him for a glorious moment
before arriving heavily on the curb, palms first
discarding his newly lit cigarette. "
The above lines were my favorite. I liked the photo and your good description brought to life the situation. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote



Posted 5 Years Ago



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Tags: skate, skating, doublewide, slurpee, falling, tripping, bottle, bottle cap, scrape, knee, man

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Jonathan W
Jonathan W

Portland, OR



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