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Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Poems By Thom Young

Thom Young is a writer from Texas. His work has been in The Commonline Journal, 3am magazine, Crack the Spine, Word Riot, 48th Street Press, and many other places. A 2008 Million Writers Award nominee for his story Perico.


Walk

I go on long walks everyday
hoping to get hit by a car
or die
either one can cost you everything
i wave at the old ladies by the pool
"there goes the writer."
they say
"he seems like such a nice young man."
they say
and
i smile
lock your doors
the wild hearted son
is back


The Blackbird

the sound
the blackbird makes
the
end
comes
thinking about you
and
the ghost
we had
once
called
love.


Purple Onion

as I write another poem
3 gun shots kill something
or
someone
maybe it's the old guy 
two houses down with the laughing 
Bulldog
he finally had enough
no more purple onions
at 2am
on Rye with yellow mustard
he cried as his old lady pulled the trigger
that's the end
and ch. 5 is showing a re-play
of the Rose Bowl parade 
and they don't look happy
again.



                                                                                                                                                                             

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