The Lost Boys
by Bill Yarrow
They live in Colorado and Washington state,
Alabama and the Carolinas. They squeak
by on sad inheritances and pristine discards.
Every day hurts, just a little, but not enough,
so dreams billow in and smother ideas.
Meanwhile, the body does its daily dance
alone. It's a neutral life, frighteningly fun.
One fills one's lungs with schadenfreude.
Two finds the missile hidden in the boot.
Tomorrow will be incandescent, but
if it isn't, who will remember to regret?
Day bleeds into day and eventually clots
into a life. Remember what Eminem
taught: let your longing be your GPS.
Alabama and the Carolinas. They squeak
by on sad inheritances and pristine discards.
Every day hurts, just a little, but not enough,
so dreams billow in and smother ideas.
Meanwhile, the body does its daily dance
alone. It's a neutral life, frighteningly fun.
One fills one's lungs with schadenfreude.
Two finds the missile hidden in the boot.
Tomorrow will be incandescent, but
if it isn't, who will remember to regret?
Day bleeds into day and eventually clots
into a life. Remember what Eminem
taught: let your longing be your GPS.
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Author's Note
This poem appeared in Right Hand Pointing Issue #40.
Thanks, Dale Wisely!
The poem appears in Pointed Sentences (BlazeVOX, 2012).
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"Every day hurts, just a little, but not enough...." Vintage Yarrow. Fav.
Bill, Striking and full of pain. "Tomorrow will be incandescent, but
if it isn't, who will remember to regret?" God, I love your work. . . fave
Wonderful piece, Bill. The middle lines are haunting me:
"Meanwhile, the body does its daily dance
alone. It's a neutral life, frighteningly fun.
One fills one's lungs with schadenfreude.
Two finds the missile hidden in the boot."
Yes.
"Day bleeds into day and eventually clots into a life. Remember what Eminem taught: let your longing be your GPS."
:)
Raggedly fine.
fave.
Fine writing, Bill. Lots of great lines and some unexpected help with my German lessons.
This must be the essence of lost-ness: "It's a neutral life, frighteningly fun." Fine writing in so few words.
The words I'd wished I'd written: "Day bleeds into day and eventually clots into a life." As so many others have picked out as well.
Your lines are packed, Bill!! I'm always blown away by your poems!!! "Day bleeds into day and eventually clots
into a life." Exquisite!!! Big fave ****
I agree with Susan, and everyone else. Great use of lines. Fave.
bill, a different type of manifesto. i'm not of the generation of the "lost boys" - if i'm lost then i'm lost on my own terms, not eminem's, but i get it and i see it. this is plainly wonderfully written and also important. moral poetry in the best sense of the word "moral".
Insightful story, masterful use of language:
dreams billow in and smother ideas
who will remember to regret
what Eminem taught
Like this a lot. *
Like this, especially the last line.
lump in my throat...arrrrgggghhhh....fave.
Great one, Bill. Masterful in many ways.
There is a solidness to everything you write, a surefootedness.
Day bleeds into day and eventually clots
into a life.
Love it. *
who will remember to regret?
I wish
Damn. Soooo good, Bill. *drools* Faves.
Great poem, Bill.
Ah, this is so excellent. 'Let your longing be your GPS' - perfect. Peace *