KNOW THY PLACE
This good man, nicknamed John Wayne ,had A reckless sense of confrontation, seasoned with his furtive sense of honor, true streetwise code his badge of armor.
A Strangers clueless stand, insulting innocents out of hand ,A feckless tense situation fueled unreasoned stress and trouble , the otherwise unconverted scholar breathing puffery through tightened collar.
A perverted Careening uncollected mix of bravado bluffs and parlor tricks. False pride ignoring the timer clicks
Crossed a line he just can’t fix.
There’s a kinda hush that’s loud within the crowds like minds , a whispered “OH OH” enjoined all like common Shout. Myself I heard Jim Croce sing,when windy don’t expectorate tug capes pull masks or like fools create
Some stared anxious for this Strangers fate
I looked away cuz bloods no fun, I just dialed nine one one

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Author:
Bobby O (
Offline) - Published: October 31st, 2023 03:15
- Comment from author about the poem: True story that I still can’t understand
- Category: Fable
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Excellent work Bobby. Nice word painting.
Would you say closer to Renoir’, Jackson Pollack, or Andy Warhol?
I'm thinking Norman Rockwell on peyote. Lol
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Now there's two of us not understanding it! Anything a bit cryptic and me brain blows a fuse, and 'does not compute'. lol.
Peyote?
Shit happens and strangely, strange shit happens all the time, its just that we are not always around when it happens, which makes it seem even more strange at the time .. a bit like that tree that falls in a forest with no one around .. and any wayz I aint keen on blood either ways .. Neville
ps its been a long time since I heard about big bad john .. or even heard for that matter .. N
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