struggling trust becomes
sickly saffron
beside stale trash cans
spilling foul excuses
into black alley puddles
soul's incorrigible weed
holds out my heart
for you to scrawl on,
to score deeply,
cheaply,
an oboe line grubbing
leanly for reedy air
your face wanes anorexically
on ugly canvas
angry swinging arms
squirrel pylon orange
on my wall
and make it
beautiful
in a grimy sort of way.
A contest entry
- graffiti hearts by Oya Ayaba Nikua.
875 points, ended January 27, 2007, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Certianly you have a way with words and wrapping them up in imagery. There is a lot of complexity here...
Thank you for sharing it.
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Thanks
I always appreciate your contests. Even when I don't enter, there's usually something that sparks and I learn something about me or my writing. Sometimes it turns into a present poem. Sometimes it turns into something for later.
Anyway. Thanks.
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