in an effort to be more disciplined in writing, i am trying to write a new poem a day this week.
i might write one or two about you so pay attention.
this is todays poem:
i saw the ninth grade you today at the dollar theatre
you were watching "agent cody banks" with you mom
with you interested posture
half glazed eyes
i saw you blush when he kissed the girl at the end
has much changed in four years?
you now posess some dirty jokes
a few jaded ideals
three more inches and a nice goatee
it seems you have lost your innocense
im not certain thats a bad thing
were we a service to you?
with our r-rated movies
ciggerettes and sarcasm
are you a better man now
outside of the shelter and parentel blinders
you never knew existed?
you were a mirror to us
reflecting the sinful nature we denied
we repayed you with smudges
muddied fingers on the clean glass
justifying ourselves
by proving that indeed
"not one is rightous"
nonetheless, the ninth grade you
and the graduate you
remain the same pure soul
just now,
one is a little wiser than the other
i just dont know which one it is
8:06 p.m. - 2003-06-18
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