Catskill Gothic

The Waysider

I’m going out for milk at Price Chopper;
I’ll only pause to wipe the tears away
(And smoke and watch the traffic pass, I may):
I shan’t be gone long. – Don’t come too.

I’m going out to drink a little beer
That’s hidden in the trunk. I’m so numb,
I’ll suffocate each minute till I’m dumb.
I shan’t be gone long. – Don’t come too.

Torbt Foster

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5 Responses to Catskill Gothic

  1. Abner says:

    Shan’t is such a great and under used word!
    Kinda on the level of nary.

  2. Molly Slocombe says:

    I’m going out to get away.
    Your voice in my head like a bell
    Endlessly chiming. Like hell.
    I shan’t be back. Don’t come too.

  3. AC says:

    Ah, a poem, which is so perfect for a Monday.

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