Art – Matt Chambliss
Little boys in old bodies
Small soul, big mouth
Life un-lived, haunts, taunts
Got a little money, use it to
Patch the brittle crumbling soul
The game is calling, skin is falling
Sagging empty shell
Who gives a shit but weak wanna-bes
And little girls easily impressed
Craving respect for there is none inside
Played the game, won a little
Lost your empty frightened soul
Gather together the remaining scraps
Cover the gaping hole with your juvenile feminine giggles
Sad when an old man never became one
Living on the illusion of what used to be
Alone, unknown, irrelevant except to the wanna-bes
Iron sharpens iron but crushes rust
Oxidized, crumbling, blown away by the breeze
I would laugh out loud but its pitiful and too sad
I understand this poem perfectly. Thank you for sharing 🙂
Was about a guy I met this weekend. 🙂
I seem to attract these types of guys my entire life! and I’m not exaggerating.
Love this… Soooo Perfect!
That was fun
Good word sowing.
It makes such a difference when I listen to you read. Maybe it’s because I don’t have to focus on the written word, I can just give myself over to the experience. I really do love this line: “Iron sharpens iron but crushes rust Oxidized, crumbling, blown away by the breeze” Makes me wonder if I’ll know that place when I get there…
You will never know that place. You are real you are strong
That comment soothed me like a warm fragrant balm.
…your posts are like the tides, like ebb and flow to me, I don’t know what to do with them when they come, and I don’t know how to live without them when they go…
Sounds like me… just make that ‘little ones’ in old bodies… I haven’t decided which part of me is the angrier yet, but I’ll bet it’s the girl part.
I about went louisiana redneck. 🙂
Sweet dude, you were havin’ a Jamaica!!! I’m glad to see I didn’t misperceive the poem. I think what I was not understanding was WHY the anger, WHERE it was coming from. Never occurred to me that you see so much of that crap in your job that you don’t have any patience for it. I had that light bulb moment at 3:36 this morning and thought , OH! (I told you and told you I am a little slow…)
The crap coming out of his mouth was the same pathetic crap that is the cause if so much pain in people’s lives
And here I was poking the bear with a big stick last night. You just need to take my digital face in your hands, say “look in my eyes” and holler “NOW HERE THIS!!!” I guarantee it would get me to hold still and listen. 🙁 (And it would probably have scared the living h*ll right out of me!) (What was that you mentioned about traumatizing me the other day. Maybe you ought to try that!)
You have always been wonderful. This was a very different thing
Some times the internet makes it really hard to understand. I’m a kinesthetic learner and just have to have something in front of me for me to grasp things. That’s why I made a good kindergarten teacher! 🙂 I was right on their level.
Uh, what’s a Jamaica? Other than the place I grew up, of course.
Slang from turn-of-the-century Scotland meaning a hissy fit, getting upset, having a cow… You get the picture?
You are rich and deep and thoughtful my sweet. This was an old punk with money he needed spanking so I wrote this in front of him and I must confess I did show some contempt.
A little bit of angry poetry. I like it. A lot.
🙂 I was ill.
Yup, that could do it. It seemed out of character.
I don’t abide fools easily. 🙂
I’ll watch my step…
🙂
“Sad when an old man never became one” – good line 🙂
🙂 It was just an observation.
u know i asked my father once – dad, what is the meaning of life
He said – to learn, to grow.
And just what you saw, how sad when one doesn’t grow.
Us daddys are imperfect creatures but sometimes we carry a nugget or two. 🙂 and we so love our little girls even when they have somehow become women and we are speckled with gray. Thank you. If your dad is still with you send him a kiss today. We like that. It is more than enough from our baby girls. 🙂 happy day sugar.
I wonder what kind of picture you would find to put with it.
Washed up lonely old juvenile. Compassion. Sometimes the lords will for stupid people is a swift and thorough ass whipping
Boy! You are on a toot tonight, aren’t you! I wouldn’t want to meet you in a dark alley! o_O
Even Jesus did a little ass whipping
Hm… I’m going to have to digest this one and see how I feel about it in the morning. I’d say you captured the guy pretty well, but there’s something about it that is so sad. There’s no compassion. Is it the venue that is shaping your words?
I want to know if you scribbled it on a napkin, Ernest…