mr. sparkle

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mr. sparkle, is a departure from my other poems in that it is darker and has more of an infusion of a life out of control and a deeper melancholia.

mr. sparkle



i am an errant ambulance
sirens screaming, tires reaching for the road
speeding through your deepest dreams

i am a walking nightmare
stumbling through your backyard
bloodied and burst at the seams

don't bring a kite to a knife fight
advice from the fated, befallen
sin howls from the hills on this night
when him come callin'

i step out under a street lamp
and i feel like a headliner
i am mr. sparkle
singin' my city blues
teary-eyed and soaked with booze

and i've been fighting again

friday night is for guitars
vodka shots and new scars

there are girls in the boy's room
pills and pain
excuses exhumed
deceit and perfume

be careful where you leap
all is not true or exposed
and death is still surprisingly cheap

i have always been bad
i have always been a mess
mom said,"stay away from the wrong crowd"
but look at how i'm dressed

saturday is filled with apologies
and screeched speeches
and i want to pull out my own eyes

on sunday while you pray
i will be on the wrong doorstep
screaming into a busted cell phone
with my own understanding
that sticks and stones
will someday kill me


been fighting again



mr. sparkle 





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Kingwebstar commented on mr. sparkle

10-10-2012

This post is the bomb bro .Excellent job. Love Da KinG

Crush

10/16/2012

Thank you so much, king. Always a pleasure to read your remarks and even better to visit your very very unique mind.

lisaner commented on mr. sparkle

10-10-2012

What a powerful poem!! This evokes my memories of being an O.R. nurse on call for emergency surgery in Elizabeth, NJ. Friday night was ruefully referred to as the meeting of "The Knife and Gun Club" in the O.R. Your poem tells the bleak story behind it all. Wow!- strong, scary- wonderful write.

Crush

10/16/2012

Thank you, Lisa ! Like someone said earlier. "It's an unforgiving role."

simoneaugustus commented on mr. sparkle

06-01-2010

You have crafted a compelling tale of sordid bleakness and managed to do so in the most stunning way! I love your use of imagery and metaphors here. Extremely well done!

Crush

06/01/2010

wow, thank you so much. i really appreciate your time. i do love this poem .

frog commented on mr. sparkle

01-11-2010

I love the depth and perception behind this write. Powerful stuff.

dragonfly1023 commented on mr. sparkle

11-16-2009

Your gift of raw clarity is rare Crush. Observe then dissect. Your pen is your scalpel and life is on the table.

Crush

10/09/2012

thank u so much. belated

Poetry comes nearer to vital truth than history.

Plato (BC 427-BC 347) Greek philosopher.

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