The prompt over at Sunday Scribblings is “I come from…”
A Fiction in 58 is all I have in the tank.
Inheritance
I come from a long line of fuck-ups and malcontents.
Laugh, go ahead, it’s OK.
Disenchanted, disagreeable, disheartened.
The family crest : Dead chicken holding a booze bottle, lit Camel in its beak.
Drop out, get knocked up, eat government cheese, boost smokes.
Cycling down.
The $50 manicure, pomade, wool suit doesn’t hide it.
Backwoods perfume.
The stench.
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15 comments:
Strong words, unforgiving but with a certain amount of pride embedded. Great!
Holy cow, this is powerful! I hate, for you, what it says, but I love the poetry!
no one could say you beat around the bush :) good word pictures mind...
ps if you want to see my take on it, its here: http://whereangelswatch.blogspot.com/2009/03/155-i-come-from.html
well, thom g --- i'm quite taken with the powerful images and wry humour of your words --- here's to ya, i raise a glass!!!
I'm with Linda, great poem but unfortunate circumstances.
I think our clans are related because the chicken on my crest holds a bottle of Canadian Club and the cig is an Export A. Great stuff, I always visit your site when I'm around SS even though I don't always have time to comment
fuck-ups have their place too!
Very strong, powerful. This flowed with so much emotions and angst
Cool Thom,
Now you're really talking!!
Who was it that said: How can you call yourself a vegetarian and smoke camel cigarettes?
This is, of course, purely fictional, based on the prompt. However, I do know one or two people that, for them, this is the case, the feeling of a less than stellar upbringing.
As always, I love your way with words and how you command any story you write. Loved it!
A barrage of uproarious imagery! Choice stuff, T : )
so.good.
reading this, i know exactly where you're from...no doubt about it.
thank you.
xoox
AGirlNamedMe
Very Hunter S. Thompson! The dead chicken image says it all.
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