Act Ii Poem by Adam Holmes

Act Ii



I ride my bicycle through cozy farm town streets. The breeze flows through my bones, extreme excitement. I coast up to the store. A collection of fallen coins fill my hand. I will buy candy. I take my loot over to the bench in front of the fire station. Fist full of tootsie rolls, rewards for another long hard day of having fun.

I hop on the board. Yell up to grandpa in the boat, faster! He pushes the throttle forward. Water splashes on my smiling face as I glide across the waves. I'm free. Later this afternoon I will go jump off cliffs. I want to jump off the tallest one, but dad says I'm not old enough. I have no fear. I walk to the edge of the rocks looking down at the sun's reflection on the water. WhooHoo! I jump. For that brief moment, I'm not a child. I am superman.

Dim the lights. Cue the exit music. Curtains fall in my unsuspecting face. Sorry, but that's all folks. Let me go on for one more act! I plead with the bearded man. He holds out his hand, I reach for my pocket. Show goes on.

I've traded my bicycle for a buick. I ride down the same cozy streets, but I don't notice. The breeze hides behind sheets of glass, utter indifference. I pull up to the store. Hands filled with bills I earn with my labors. I will buy cigarettes. Open the box; turn the key, strike a match, puff puff. Smoke clouds swarm my head, subtle beginnings to another night of sin.

I walk into the classroom. Say hi to the teacher man with my not so real grin. He opens his briefcase. Inconsequential wisdom drowns my ears as I sit motionless at attention. I'm blank. I still jump off cliffs. Dad says I'm ready to jump off the tallest one. I'm filled with fear. I step to the edge, peer down at future's reflection. Ugh! I jump, but wish not to fall. For that eternal moment, I'm not a child. I'm an adult.

I wait for the lights to go out. Where is the damn exit music? I don't see any curtains. Wait people, there's more. Please move to the next act! I beg with the bearded man. His calloused hand reaches out, but I've spent my last dime.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sulaiman Mohd Yusof 22 April 2008

hi adam......the napalm.....it comes.....................very impressive write

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Kye Kurion 22 April 2008

You go into so much detail, your style is pretty interesting.

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