PEAS & DOPE
The following piece is a result of ReadWritePoem’s prompt #84, brought to us from the fantastical mind of Buckeye State poet, Nathan Moore (not to be confused with the Virginian songwriter, Nathan Moore). I can’t explain the prompt in complete detail here, other to say that it involves using a dictionary, and that it was great fun.
PEAS & DOPE
Remember when Tim aimed his peashooter
from the veranda at Sally with her D cups
sunbathing in the yard and launched?
We scattered like a post-traumatic waterfall,
twelve rug rats through the arborvitae
where her father, the self-made senior controller
of his Masonic village, stood from his poker game –
a royal flush at that – and whipped each of us
for castigating the one beautiful thing
his sperm ever made. Remember how the slash
burned the backs of our thighs? Bent over chairs
as the old man sang Yankee Doodle Dandy, we cried
Daddy whenever his belt cracked and belched.
Years later, after an unwarranted search
and seizure put me away for a long weekend,
the sheriff sized up my dreadlocks, said us hippies
had no clue about pain. So I dropped my pants,
let my scars correct him.
Tags: Portland poet, Portland poetry, prompt poem, read write poem, RWP


WOW………………..GREAT
Thanks Wayne – always appreciate hearing from you.
Dave
Wow. Tremendous use of images. Love the final line. Always in awe, Mr. Jarecki.
I envy your ability to use images like this to tell a story.
Whoa. The device is entirely invisible, leaving only amazing images.
I like a poem with a story,imagery,machine gun delivery and
brevity.Yes!
I like a poem with imagery,a story,machine gun delivery and brevity.Yes!
You can really turn a phrase, Dave. I mean “post-traumatic waterfall?” That’s golden. Great work.
This is wonderful…makes me either want to hang up my pen or work harder.
dave quite a harrowing tale of adolescence! oh the days of spying on the the gem of the neighborhood, waiting to see if our dicks moved before hurling an insult or water ballon as a misdirected attempt to snag her attention, all because we were in love. excellent language throughout culminating in a strong conclusion. enjoyed this plenty. -lawrence
Great story in such a short poem!
Wonderful..
love dances from a to z
How right you are, Lawrence. The whole poem really got underway with “peashooter,” the lovely phallic instrument that it is.
there’s a sense of bravado in this that i like — it begins with the (sort of) bragging in the first stanza and even though the narrator’s in a more vulnerable position in the last stanza, the “showing off” — of scars in the end — continues.
Thanks Carolee – a little bravado and plenty of misguided angst toward authority.
Thanks Guatami.
Thanks for a great read.
thanks for making me get out the dictionary again. I must be sheltered because I have never heard of a pea-shooter. Unwarranted search and seizure, on the other hand…
love the way you slam truth into the ending.
Dave, how did I not comment on this already? I read it aloud to Jon, and we were all, “Oh, that’s so great.” I can’t believe I didn’t leave a comment to that effect.
Thanks Dana – I need to get around to reading all the poems. There are a lot of good ones this week. Prompt-driven.
This is so smart and funny. You had me at “the one beautiful thing his sperm ever made.”
Thanks Bird – glad you’re digging the poetry (including your own)
Thanks Sharon – appreciate your thoughts.