I caught myself beginning
and quickly stopped.
"That's a very nice color"
he said,
it doesn't really matter what he was refering to
sometimes it's not all about compliments
so, hurt, he asked
"then what is it all about?"
intellectual intercourse
he pondered, confused
I laughed, knowing he would never be my lover.
and I thought,
as I watched the reflection of the sun
casted by his glasses
how I was far too young to say such a thing,
and casually reached for his zipper
Author notes
because I love Allen Ginsberg. I don't know how, but his poems inspired this.
I really wasn't sure about adding the last line. but I really just want to express my generations willingness to do things they don't even want to do just to prove they are young enough to get away with it.
A contest entry
- So.... you're a poet huh? And you don't like to ryhme? by Melissa Burns.
375 points, ended March 6, 2008, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I'm keeping quiet because I know where you are, and though I may have not been there in so similar a way, I think I know how it will end.
And I think you will be pleased with it.
I love your ability to be mature and yet realize the penalties for growing up to fast.
Your amazing darling,
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Thank you for entering my humble little contest. I am having fun exsposing myself to something different. Good luck
ps - shocking and true (the bit in the notes)
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