Blondie

we sat in a bar
my son and me

both aware of the irony
of our meeting

he staggers up to our table
his blonde locks
as unruly as always
drunk aggression in the eyes

"You fucked my wife
burned down my house."

my son gets embarrassed
orders more beer
gives me a puzzled look

Blondie wanders away

i cannot explain
my own history
so i shake my head and smile

things were different
back in the day



Poetry by Wumbulu
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Written on 2015-08-24 at 14:22

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Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
I think the story behind this is bigger than the meeting. Makes you think though.
2015-08-27



There's a big story behind this poem, but you left us with a taste of it. Good poem!
Ashe
2015-08-24


josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
This is so open ended and smudged like an impressionistic painting that is begs the reader to fill in the blanks. Well written!
2015-08-24


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
My complements on your good Story-poem.
Ken D
2015-08-24