- Erotic Poetry
- Face Fuck Book #6
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Face Fuck Book #6
That's nice
Bobby in Memoriam
Someone did care
We grew up together
Jumped off old man Roe's garage roof
together
When the humidity is high
I still feel the break
40 years after
First kid I knew whose mother died
Death takes from the young
Alters them imperceptibly
They are never the same
I remember you, like your picture
Wool cap rolled down over your ears
That slanting nose
The blue eyes darting
The smooth white skin
Kind of pretty
Yet you scared me with your toughness
When I grew taller I realized
your true stature
You disappeared from school at 16
First to quit
I met you in front of David's house
You were uncommonly talkative
Your speech was too foreign to shock
Said you spent your days downtown
"The fags suck my cock
in the movie theaters
Pay me for it"
For the first time I could see your vulnerability, fragility
Now you didn't scare me
You were reaching out?
I realize now you did more then get blown
You were selling yourself
Why?
Then David came one early frosty morning,
The wind biting at our ears
"Bobby's dead,
they found him in the back of the bus,
heroin overdose..."
- COMMENTS
Angelinealmost 11 years agovery fluid and the many questions sprinkled throughout the poem underscore the whole "why" quality throughout...until we sort of get an answer,
Ashesh9almost 11 years agocruelly snatched away !
