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Lost Piper of Dirt Town


By Christy MunsonPublished about a month ago Updated about a month ago 1 min read
Lost Piper of Dirt Town
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you burn hot as wire

your edge constructed

to show you are anybody

not you would never approve of


you wear your angst to shield

your soft round bits,

cruelty your inner monologue


you pull your

wrong hair tight

against a strong mind

that bends to a weak will,

fire in your eyes and

scars, your badge

in conspicuous display

that no one gets to see

until it's too late


how hard you push

to prove yourself,

to prove that you too

are broken and worthy

of the island of misfits'

toy throne


you fight

desperate to be

most least understood

missed in a crowded room, vacant

low riders and midriff tee

belly pierced

a sleeve to hide

the last bought --

your first bought not

in his bedroom

but as his personal punching bag

no more


you liked it

putting a toe over the line

a shoulder under a thumb

a thumb into the wind

the wind in your face

facing off against demon ghosts

ghosting yourself

just one more time

grimacing to know

you might just mean it


you have become what you once

railed against,

lost piper of dirt town


not even you

are looking

for what you’re hiding


you want the fight

to find your lap,

the dance to spill

across your splendor

until the sun gives you a rise

and you get yourself up

out of the grass

and shake it off

like you was tripping


they tried to tell you

the day of death

outshines the day of birth

but in the end

you led


they followed


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  • D.K. Shepardabout a month ago

    Wow! Incredible! So much to simmer on or marvel at in this! Great poem, Christy?

  • Cathy holmesabout a month ago

    This is wonderfully written. A lot of power and a a lot of loss. Well done.

  • John Coxabout a month ago

    The interplay of word and meaning here turned into a slow dance of contradiction, Christy. As if the central theme of the poem was visible invisibility or if your not dying your not living. The poem's final lines absolutely blew my mind: they tried to tell you the day of death outshines the day of birth but in the end you led and they followed This one is going to stick with me for a while.

  • Dharrsheena Raja Segarranabout a month ago

    Gosh this was extremely powerful! Freaking loved your poem!

  • Esala Gunathilakeabout a month ago

    Loved your words!

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