Midnight Marlboro
Nicotine Necessity
Marlboro’s midnight magic, meandering mist, escapes my lips
Cherry lipstick stains the rim of my chilled, whiskey sour twist
Faded, tear stained letters lay on the floor, torn up as I am
I should be getting better, but I just don’t give a damn
The years have marked my skin - Like a leopard, wears it’s spots
A car veering off a cliff, without the means to stop
I’m waiting for the bad news, aka, the other shoe to drop
I’ve traded in my happiness at an IOU pawnshop
But, I’ll fake it till I make it - Because, mind over matter counts
I’ll keep on keeping on, before my time has all run out
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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I don’t know what the hell it is that you want from me This thing - we are living is consuming my peace Having intense - internal conflicts, and life altering dreams About my dead mother living, giving advice to me *** The dream only gets worse - for effects, maybe better I’m serving dinner to your crazy, manipulating, ex lover The one you divorced me for, when she learned she was pregnant Because faithfulness and loyalty are considered malignant *** I know it’s just a dream, we have only met once I met her as she stopped by one day- to pick up your son The one that I help raise, and he’s calling me mom While she still sends naked pictures to your phone Do you think I am dumb? *** 22 years younger than me, but I’m supposed to be past it That alone destroyed my confidence and made me feel like shit Left to figure it out, all alone like an outcast But I am finally getting better, beginning to move past it *** So, I guess I should thank you for showing me what I’m made of I may be getting older, but my heart is full of love For this boy in my life- I would never have met If I had remained your wife and we were still playing pretend
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Dog Number 13
May 15, 2023 Strange things are happening. Good-strange, bad-strange, and strange-strange. For starters, me and all my litter mates are able to stand. Some of us can even wiggle around in a clumsy manner. I say wiggle because it isn’t quite walking but it isn’t quite crawling. We just sort of stand and wiggle and fall and take a few steps and then crawl and then get up again. It is in this manner we are able to move around to some degree and explore our surroundings. Naturally we cannot go far. Which is ok, I suppose, because I am very small and I need my mother for food and my siblings to keep me warm and I feel very loved and comforted by them in some way, so I don’t know why I would need to go very far. Having four legs, I must admit, is very strange. It is not a surprise to me that it is challenging to coordinate them to move in the order they need to move. But I can get around a little bit, my eyes can stay open for much longer periods of time now, and it is easier to understand what is happening. So this is new.
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Comments (4)
'I’ve traded in my happiness at an IOU pawnshop' What a great line. it says it all
Yes! So many great lines! Great job on this!
all ahead forward, 😃 nice writing 👍
Keep on keeping on, indeed. It's all we can do. Well done, as always.