not one moment before.
Watch how the moon bleeds
like love's remembrance
felt so clearly in spite
of the darkness, or its light.
Watch the sharks that
are these minutes filled
with grinding tension--
teeth like false diamonds;
my lovely bone-rust washing
away in your slashing rain.
I'm busy watching every star
fall from the blackened sky
mouthing each name
that I can remember
as they snuff out one
by one by one...
You know I'm good
with the details like that.
So just wait for me to ask,
and tell me when it's over
when no one
is pretending
anymore.
9 charges of vandalism dropped:
Some great lines. I particularly liked "teeth like fasle diamonds." that one hit me.
Ah the mysteries of relationship.
Well done!
I had a capricious lady once.
Ended up one night like the proverbial half-f*cked fox in a California forest fire.
She said in the morning, "Have you read L.E. Doctorow's Ragtime?
"Do you know anything?"
Ah, I was forty and still naive.
that sounds like the many heartbreaks I had...
But in retrospect, the pain of falsehood gathers, to become the truth of experience.
Whew! Eight mile long graffiti indeed. I had to read them all 7 comment! :)
sharks huh?/
Very lovely, hon. Have you ever published any books of your poetry?
I can't quite grasp this one: it's the question that eludes me.
I really liked the flow and the overall feel to this once.
nice punch.
From Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man:
"You poor poet, you."
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