hazelnut creme loses its taste.
Stirred in between dashes of sugar
and talk about divorce,
life as a coffee mill falls short
of the tribute it's given.
Who in their right mind
would give up Florida shells
for a nexus of subtraction?
Beneath the linoleum, dirty isles,
where people lose their credit cards,
or their life,
bones are cracked - smiles are watered down.
And this doesn't mean that everything is real;
it's just...
too abrasive.
So what if I cry into a coffee basket
to avoid the eyes of someone with
a pyretic callus for a heart?
Love hasn't saved the salt from
my mouth;
and we all can't talk in hazelnut creams and
vanilla beans
to get what we want.
Author notes
1. Name: Hellen & conjoint
2. Age: eighteen and three quarters
3. Amount of Poetic Experience: writing for... four/five years.
4. Typical/Strongest Style: freeverse, surreal images built around actual dialogue of my life.
5. Unusual/Weakest Style: Form poetry
6. Favorite Type of Inspiration: favorite? music, but unfortunately I'm typically inspired by the people around me.
7. Amount of Multiround Experience: zip
8. Some Accomplishments: I succeed at being a failure, every day - it's awesome.
9. One Fact I Don’t Know About You:
I have two 'hammer' toes, and two that are dislocated.
yum.
10. Additional Comments You’d Like Me To Read:
dot dot dot...
A contest entry
- project poetry season one [multiround contest auditions] by blackday.
300 points, ended March 21, 2008, 16 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Loved it, definitely deserving of the silver. Congrats.


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I could really appreciate this poem. Towards the ending, it got sloppy to me, but over all, your language & such was really, honestly, impressive. I really loved the poem & I do see lots of potential in you.
You're in.
http://allpoetry.com/group/info/project%20poetry

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"Love hasn't saved the salt from
my mouth;"
i thought that hit the right spot in reading this;
you are awesome
♥




