Dream Quest One
First Poetry Prize Winner - SUMMER 2017
is
HALEY R. STONE
of Rochester Hills,
Michigan - USA
“Calendar
Year”
By Haley R. Stone
My
boy tastes like gasoline,
Through the grit
and metal
Of his miffed mild smoke
A cigarette sits loose on the lips-
My boy sheds his skin: Reptile,
A bonafide bad boy: an O’phile
With more bone breaks in his body than you’ve got
bones
And enough embers
in his eyes to keep us alive for a while-
My boy sips, silently
smirking sitting
South of my Northern
pull to him
Dancing careless
across his room it
Smells like stale
beer, and my perfume-
My boy cries himself to sleep,
Cries when he thinks of Him, of Her, what was,
Could have been, he cries over posed
posies and
Album releases,
over used needles and repressed
Releases,
when he thinks of me-
My boy doesn’t shed a tear.
My boy knows I'm the important date on his calendar year.
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By Haley R. Stone
About the poet:
One thing most people are quite shocked by is that my father runs a cult. He has
written books about this cult, books on him, a hero saving each and every Earth he believes in. While I am no longer
a member and while my father does not speak to me, he always instilled a great sense of the importance of creative
writing in me. He, along with my teachers in the Creative And Performing Arts program really helped set me on my
path to my love of words. Poetry is one thing I will never give up, it is a form of daily expression, and you wouldn't
go and give up your smile now, would you? ~Haley R. Stone
