Picking at the wound from before
Scraping the scabs off unhealed sores
Fingernail filth mingles with blood
Making for a red colored mud
New skin around the edge starting repair
Begins to bleed slowly from the new tear
One scab left hanging by newly grown skin
Quick rip by the teeth it’s a salty raisin
Tonguing the wound till it stops bleeding
Starting the process over just like seeding
Collecting the raisins for the tin can
Putting them down the girl’s shirts is the plan
© 2011 Michael Yost
*A friend of a friend did this in grade school.
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ouch!!!! that is for the ending, double ouch…last stanza knocked me off my chair, but I liked the imagery of the first 2 🙂
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Just to let you know he stashed boogers in the can as well… A really nice guy…
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WOW! The imagery is striking….nice choice of words..can feel Life: Between the Lines’ ouch in every word that juz’ the ending…pain that leads to pleasure!!
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Glad you liked it.
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The imagery, so savage, so raw, so real! Your words create powerful images.Very nicely done!
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Thanks for the comment and the visit.
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Tonguing the wound till it stops bleeding
Starting the process over just like seeding
Collecting the raisins for the tin can
Putting them down the girl’s shirts is the plan…….
it sounds like a movie clip, very visual and well rhymed.
Happy Rally.
🙂
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The guy probably would have been the one in the olden times that dipped the girl’s pigtails in the inkwells.
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OoooOO yuck! The thought of scabs down anyones back… errghh.
You must’ve told it well because I can see it in my mind….LOL
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I’m getting the responses I thought I would. smiles
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Well… it’s well written, but I can’t say I enjoyed reading it! GAK!!
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Thanks for the chuckle… at your expense… smiles…
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Oh my heck! As a little girl I would have decked that kid. So… kudos to the writer who elicits such visceral response!
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If we ever go back in time together, I’ll point him out.. smiles…
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Ugh!! Wonder if he knew Bruce, who flicked his boogers.
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Never know, they could be cousins.
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Sounds too much like you, perhaps??
Vivid imagery, but totally gross!
(I appreciate you visiting my blog)
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Perhaps. But no.
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Fingernail filth mingles with blood
Liked that expression
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I seen him wipe the stuff on his pants and or lick it off. Really a tribal nature.
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As always interesting topic!
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Thanks! Hope all is well!
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gross but great writing …..loved the poem can’t stand to see anyone picking at wounds tho ….you bought it all the mind vividly which i won’t thank you for but well done for the great imagery and words.
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I did give fair warning.. lol
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Wow this is graphic and very well–done! Great job
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Thank you.
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very vivid prose, wounds committed on ourselves again and again, and yet still a hint of the comic. great stuff!
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Thanks MB. Glad you visited and took the time to comment.
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awe the antics of little boys. fun write!
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Thanks!
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Hmmm… Which is worse? The man/boy/person who picks the scabs off and eats them alternatively flicks them at girls or the man who observes all this so keenly and then writes a poem about it? *smile*
In any case it is brilliantly written and quite nauseating at the same time!
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The Watcher. You’ll know me by my fedora and the way I only open doors turning the knobs to the left. I’m between gigs right now, so if you have a job opening you can reach me @BR 549. And remember the pass quote to get in.. “If you think It’s booger’s but it’s snot…”
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Very aptly titled. You held the course and did that very well. Good job
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Thanks Fred! You visit and comments are welcome!
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Loved it!
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Thank you Sir!
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Great….
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Thanks, Dakshi!
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Yikes!
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You said it all!
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ok, that was graphic and wonderful!
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We aim to please! smile
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You horrid little boy !
Takes one back to the childhood of scabby knees. Wonderful.
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You are right I was horrid; I didn’t turn him In.
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I really enjoyed this but it sounds like a very painful way for your ‘friend’ to get the girls’ attention 🙂
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He did have a way with the women.
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This poem made me laugh! Great work! I remember all those kinds of things growing up with 4 brothers!
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My daughter grew up with 3 brothers. Glad you enjoyed the poem!
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sh:t, madness, lol, Thank you, much appreciated, WS
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You betcha! Glad you stopped by!
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