Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

jane left skid trails in the okie flats
across fossil remains of dust devils
and cigarette ash, marlboro lights
from the old man's will
her thumb was the master plan
the gateway to tomorrow
she sucked feverishly

Wham!
A jolt of satisfaction.
Followed by gusto ho ho ho's.
Nice job, I mean for me, this was extremely excellent.....

H

i see a movie script when i read this one

~westie

i met a girl in treatment who inspired this poem. it touched me hearing her story. it was iconic in a sense - a distillation of american girl across the tracks.

you totally caught it in the poem. good stuff!

~westie

so much said
in so few words
excellent