songanddancegirl

"It's about words, and words are all I have…"

MARLBORO MAN

MARLBORO  MAN

He lived in this neighbourhood

where I have stopped   for tea

He had steelblue  eyes and was

from Calgary     His command of

language was wanting     but I

overlooked it     ditto his lack of

moral fibre    His father had kept him

under the trailer   where he licked his

wounds at night    And his brother who

was missing a middle finger   baptized me

in the Bow River    so I would know that         I was alive

 

..You live your life in a plastic bag babe         in a plastic bag..

__

 

Winter  2013

 

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