|my bike is somewhere floating down the merced river
i was homeless in 1996
in the mountains,
where i had some friends
who let me sleep on their floor
my friends worked 10 hour shifts
and we would bake bread on their days off
but i had all day to myself,
waiting on human resources
to give me back my job
and fire someone else
i had a bike, until the flood hit
and most days i would hike
listening to the Cure,
ripping bark off pines
just to rattle the tree huggers
i'd see him every now and then
walking to the village–with her
sometimes they held hands, like teenagers
and he'd see me and smile
but his smile was always loud and in love
and i hated it
17 Mar 11
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'but his smile was always phony as fuck
so i let her have him'
homeless in the mountains? awesome.
the cure? awesome.
hating boys? awesome.
tell me story? ty sweetheart.
if i said 'fuck'
i probably would.
and i did let her have him.
and have him she did.
lol @ antipoetry. i guess i know a little more about you now, don't i.
using the word awesome a lot? not so awesome.
p.s. i will think of a story to tell you back.
nice. i'll be waiting with a bag of hot flamin' cheetos. (baked)
i like your poem :-) i liked it the first time too.
maybe l17 might sound better as "sometimes holding hands like teenagers"
thanks for the read,
nice suggestion-- i will consider it.
haha, not again!
i still have the same nits 'with her' and those commas.
but i liked it.
Great story. Highlights: L8-9, L13-14, L19-20
Very realistic yet thoughtfully told. Subtle images float along nicely, sorta like your bike ;) Thanks for sharing! 10 from me.
i went for the dash ;)
i miss that bike.
a mountain bike?
^^ yes, a mountain bike
what was "his" name? mountain mike?
I wish Reid would float out to sea peacefully and never come back again
Did you drown her in the river or did she go quietly after you bashed her teeth in.
This demands a sequel, hillbilly.
what a complete cunt you are Reid. go get a life.
What a douchebag.
YOU MONSTERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!GOT YOU NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
you are quite a talented poet mandee :)
Very cryptic. I think I would like to hear some elaboration.
thanks e-boy and cerulise (elboration would ela-BORE)
and mods, thanks for nothing.
that bike's starting to look pretty rusted. after dickwad vomited all over your thread
^ i concur
haha, A.T i just now saw your comment up there.
i spit my wacky tabacky at her and ruined her pretty little dress :)
you're a revolting person mandolyn. so uncouth. because of that remark, i'm now unable to eat my breakfast this morning.
^ hillbillies tend to be uncouth, i'm trying. i'm getting there. . .
'wacky tabacky' is slang for marijuana, if you want to know. ;)
where in the mountains were you homeless?
and besides all the spittin an stuff, she eats peanut booter too. just imagine, the uncouthness of that.
wacky tabacky means that eh? i was always told it meant 'chew' --hm. someone's been lyin to me all my life. but i guess that just means i am closer to being a hilly billy now than ever. :-)
antipoetry, it was yosemite. i miss it greatly.
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I typed in homeless on the poem list. Nice!
hey! you sure you weren't just browsing my page on facebook? i posted this one recently.
^YES, I DID!!! >:-DDDD
this is not a poem...this is prose.....