Grossly True*

Picking at the wound from before
Scraping the scabs off unhealed sores
Fingernail filth mingles with blood
Making for a red colored mud

New skin around the edge starting repair
Begins to bleed slowly from the new tear
One scab left hanging by newly grown skin
Quick rip by the teeth it’s a salty raisin

Tonguing the wound till it stops bleeding
Starting the process over just like seeding
Collecting the raisins for the tin can
Putting them down the girl’s shirts is the plan

© 2011 Michael Yost

*A friend of a friend did this in grade school.

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50 responses to “Grossly True*

  1. ouch!!!! that is for the ending, double ouch…last stanza knocked me off my chair, but I liked the imagery of the first 2 🙂

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  2. WOW! The imagery is striking….nice choice of words..can feel Life: Between the Lines’ ouch in every word that juz’ the ending…pain that leads to pleasure!!

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  3. The imagery, so savage, so raw, so real! Your words create powerful images.Very nicely done!

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  4. Tonguing the wound till it stops bleeding
    Starting the process over just like seeding
    Collecting the raisins for the tin can
    Putting them down the girl’s shirts is the plan…….

    it sounds like a movie clip, very visual and well rhymed.
    Happy Rally.
    🙂

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  5. OoooOO yuck! The thought of scabs down anyones back… errghh.
    You must’ve told it well because I can see it in my mind….LOL

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  6. Well… it’s well written, but I can’t say I enjoyed reading it! GAK!!

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  7. Oh my heck! As a little girl I would have decked that kid. So… kudos to the writer who elicits such visceral response!

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  8. Ugh!! Wonder if he knew Bruce, who flicked his boogers.

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  9. Sounds too much like you, perhaps??

    Vivid imagery, but totally gross!

    (I appreciate you visiting my blog)

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  10. Fingernail filth mingles with blood

    Liked that expression

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  11. As always interesting topic!

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  12. gross but great writing …..loved the poem can’t stand to see anyone picking at wounds tho ….you bought it all the mind vividly which i won’t thank you for but well done for the great imagery and words.

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  13. Wow this is graphic and very well–done! Great job

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  14. very vivid prose, wounds committed on ourselves again and again, and yet still a hint of the comic. great stuff!

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  15. awe the antics of little boys. fun write!

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  16. Hmmm… Which is worse? The man/boy/person who picks the scabs off and eats them alternatively flicks them at girls or the man who observes all this so keenly and then writes a poem about it? *smile*

    In any case it is brilliantly written and quite nauseating at the same time!

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    • The Watcher. You’ll know me by my fedora and the way I only open doors turning the knobs to the left. I’m between gigs right now, so if you have a job opening you can reach me @BR 549. And remember the pass quote to get in.. “If you think It’s booger’s but it’s snot…”

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  17. Very aptly titled. You held the course and did that very well. Good job

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  18. Loved it!

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  19. ok, that was graphic and wonderful!

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  20. You horrid little boy !
    Takes one back to the childhood of scabby knees. Wonderful.

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  21. I really enjoyed this but it sounds like a very painful way for your ‘friend’ to get the girls’ attention 🙂

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  22. This poem made me laugh! Great work! I remember all those kinds of things growing up with 4 brothers!

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  23. sh:t, madness, lol, Thank you, much appreciated, WS

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