three going on four

[revolutionR]

I think the ocean was my real first memory
actually the desert was but the desert is an ocean too
my mother took me for long walks along the shore
we lived on a hill overlooking the pacific blue water
we lived in a apartment building with paper thin walls
or at least the bathroom was because I had talks
through the bathroom wall with the man next door
I was three years old going on four, i got naked
with two girls one day that lived just up the hill
I told my dad, and he said that it was nasty
I did not know what nasty meant, so i guess he smiled
we did not live on the hill overlooking the sea very long
but i never forgot the two little girls i played doctor with
that hugely bright cobalt sky day that lasted for eternity
when you are three going on four and you are naked and nasty
with two cute little girls that probably grew up to be stone foxes
my mother was very pretty when i was three, she looked like
a Hollywood movie star, or at least that is what my memory says
I loved our walks together down on the pier with the star fish
my dad was a good looking young man in dark rim glasses
he worked at a local aircraft factory, and the future seemed sure

[dadio]

Done well, but leaving us wanting to know more, but that is how it should be left wondering. Classic.

[creativesoul]

i liked this ---- and well- at 3 or 4 it is hard to 'know more' and i bet tey did grow up to e twin hookers somewhere raking in the dough- sounds fun to me-
we had a 'playboy club'
my mother was a movie star-
boring bitches from hell- actresse- change identities like underwear- better be prepared

[revolutionR]

it's not so much what is said

[creativesoul]

i re-read this- i love it- mystery is groovy baby

[revolutionR]

groovy baby, is why I started writing poetry in the first place.

[creativesoul]

like that- reasons why we are creative- to salvage what is meta morphis