Monday, June 17, 2013

Melanie Browne- A Poem

Tales From the Suburban Woods

I am smoking a Virginia Slim
just like my mother did
when we were growing up-
once a month,
outside in the yard,
and just like her,
I don't inhale,
my hubby smokes
half a cigar,
I feel sophisticated,
and we are listening
to Vivaldi, and a little Mozart,
and after that we listen to 
the Stones,
we try to pretend
the grim reaper
is not speeding
on his motorcycle
just outside
our door,
revving the engine
to taunt us,
he has tweaked
the engine
to make it louder,
I tell hubby to 
turn the music up,
and try to blow smoke
rings like the amateur 
I am

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