Rust and Nostalgia

Tattered old t-shirt

on a rusty chain-link fence

makes me smile.

 

The bloodstains

have turned sunset orange

 

and the moth holes

look like a blast pattern.

 

I remember the song.

I remember the fight.

 

I screamed and whirled

like a rabid cat in a crate

 

until all of the inbound

asteroids and bloodshot eyes

were rubble on my boots.

 

I was a heavy metal

berserker in flight;

a heel-to-toe waffle-maker

on fire.

 

Now,

I’m just a tattered old t-shirt

on a rusty chain-link fence

with too many stories

to tell,

 

and a scar

for every wagging tale.

Reviews

[E.H. Monroe]

I have some like these.
The Cro Mags shirts...the Agnostic Front shirts..the shorts that tell stories about memories you wanna remember about times you can't forget.
An angry rock god is buried in all those damn things
and now..we suit adn tie it to our destoination like a bunch of f*****g shleps..
but to go back to that hanging flag of metal

[theunionisloud]

Amazing imagery! The story behind every tough guy, eh? "Wagging tale" made me laugh out loud. Great write.

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such vivid deplictions! You are a wonderful storyteller..so glad I am reading you

[Kerry O'Connor]

I think this is my favourite... a volatile blend of violence and poignancy which says just about everything there is to say about the human condition.

[Esoteric Strand]

This is top-notch stuff. Very well-written, and I’m digging the diction. That 7th stanza is really something. I’m glad I’ve discovered your work.

Regards,

E

[roarke]

mosh pit anyone? Just don't let the tale wag the shirt..... I wanna hear more about the asteroids and bloodshot eyes and rubble on the boots.
Such a spinner of eye candy imagery...
...berserker.....

[OT]

brilliant!! such unique interpretations of things - the chain link fence - each story just another chain in the build - rusting away! nice!