When I Call Mom...

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  • hippideeth
  • Hey guys! I recently published a poetry chapbook in memory of my mammaw. It's available on amazon.com and createspace e store. It's titled If I Settle Down... by Charles Cross.

When I Call Mom...

He's sick!?! Probably aids, HIV
  or siphilis from a prostitute
  maybe climitia

Is he ok!?! Didn't get hit by a car
  ran over by an elephant or attacked
  by a tiger, perhaps

Please tell me he's not in jail!?!
  probably fled with one of his floosies
  stranded with no money

Don't let him start with the drinking again
  probably huffin either, puffin, snortin and a shootin
  bet its meth

The muggers probably mugged him cold
  he's high on the laughing gas
  raped by the jazz bands

Castrated in the dreamhole by
  the metalheads' closet on Main St.
  coughin blood and playin with magic

Probably empty in the foriegn streets
  penetrated in the asshole by the
  birth of sadness; vanishing in a parking lot

"No, he just called to say everything's alright"

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anniebloom commented on When I Call Mom...

07-28-2009

very nice..lotsa questions came thru mom's mind when children were away from them.. u really describe the situation perfectly.. i read it many times you know.. great job

ginga commented on When I Call Mom...

07-08-2009

hippi this is an excuse to make Mom laugh although I am not your Mom and I have 2 grown sons who I worry about. Anyhow it oozes of what's wrong with society and also lets us Moms know that our kids heads are screwed on just fine. Take care, and keep posting! Ginga

sk commented on When I Call Mom...

06-27-2009

This made me smile!! As I was reading it I was thinking of all the catastrophies I would imagine while waiting for my sons to come home...what you boys put your Moms through! lol~ Good write.

jademelissa74 commented on When I Call Mom...

06-23-2009

This is home for me! A great read, indeed! I have one of those and I can totally relate to this piece! Great Job! I truly find humor in this! :))

hippideeth

06/23/2009

yeah, they can be a pain-in-the-ass at times, but you gotta love 'em :D

Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.

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