Tar & Smoke

June 8, 2008
By Julia Holemans BRONZE, Arlington, Virginia
Julia Holemans BRONZE, Arlington, Virginia
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What was he?
Who was the man behind
The literal smokescreen of
Marlboros, the orange, glowing
Embers
Gradually taking him to his
Death
Those hands that might’ve
Shook
When opening a bottle of gin,
Popping the tin lid of a beer
Bottle with a sharp hiss and
Rush of alcoholic steam
Meeting the sober world
What was his booze of
Choice?
What were the words
That he yelled, rained down
Upon my normally controlled,
Tight-lipped grandmother, my unyielding
Mother, her quiet sisters?
Did those shaking hands
Ever strike
A pale face covered freckles,
Ever rattle a metal doorknob
In the middle of the night,
Light a Marlboro with trembling hands,
Tar meeting pink skin?


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on Sep. 2 2010 at 6:16 pm
Alex_Durham GOLD, Vineland, New Jersey
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Favorite Quote:
Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

I AGREE WITH BOTH OF YOU. I REALLY ENJOYED READING THIS. GOOD JOB!I

on Sep. 2 2010 at 4:50 pm
Kael96 PLATINUM, Shiloh, New Jersey
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Favorite Quote:
"Just a small town girl/ living in a lonely world/ took a midnight train/ going anywhere."
-Journey

I totally agree. wow. Keep on writing--I'll be waiting for more pieces by you.

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Eilatan GOLD, Old Greenwich, Connecticut
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"Nobody is normal. Everybody in the world is a weirdo freak. Except you, which makes you a weirdo freak."

wow.                        


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