she’s a stroller
with teeth
false ones that shine bright
like ill-fitting pickets
behind a rictus of lips
and that particular laugh
heh heh heh Heh HEh HEH HEH
HEHHHH!!!
would work best
around a cauldron
in a group of three
with thunder
beady-eyed chief scrounger
her stroll is always
in pursuit
of an unfinished cigarette
a butt-end that can be manipulated
to provide the elusive last drag
or a light
to get the
puff-puff
damn thing going
on sunny days
the cackle
filters down the slope of the yard
from where she reclines
on the hostel’s broken chaise lounge
and chortles to a private amusement
from the apex position
that commands a view
of every likely location
and repository
for a careless discard
retrieved swiftly
like the bright flash
of descended lightning
while the fag-end still bravely salutes
with the rise of a sinuous blue wisp
oh yes
this is the good life
heh Heh HEH
HEHHHH!!!
~
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Author:
Frank Prem (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Franks Psychiatry Pt 5 - hostel life.
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Comments2
The good life comes in may guises.
Simple pleasures, GF.
Frank,
Great image you convey with the two stanzas...
āfrom where she reclines...ā
ā...with the rise of a sinuous blue wisp...ā
It reminds me of an old Bette Davis movie. Picturing her āon the hostelās broken chaise loungeā...puffing away!
āOh yes
this is the good lifeā...she would say!
A super piece of writing!
~Laura~
The 'good life' is entirely relative, isn't it?
I enjoyed 'catching' this particular lady in a poem.
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