A lock of hair, a lunchbox lid -
A ticket stub, a homecoming bid -
A speeding ticket, a Converse tag -
peeking out from a plastic bag.
Prom pictures and news clippings
fading with time -
Jumbled together,
no rhythm or rhyme.
Flannel shirts and Kurt Cobain,
and pictures of girls dancing in the rain...
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and you said you couldn't write poetry!..lol this one is kind of hard to follow along, but once i re- read it, i decided i liked it :)
ReplyDeleteWell I thought this poem has a great flow even from the first time I read it. The way you take segments of your memory seems more effective than had you tried to explain your experience in its entirety, a real emphasis on imagery.
ReplyDeletekurt cobain is so hot, and probably my favorite musician.
ReplyDeleteand flannel shirts are awesome too.
thats it.
:)