By thirty, Ethan was painting
lilacs between her thighs
digging deep into tar
trying to grow something more
while pretending love came from
vaginal crusades and conquistador escapades
Another lit cigarette burns
the horizon [that he inhales]
as he writes SOS with smoke
watching life fall apart
like little ashes [and semi demigods]
Years become clockwork hallucinations
spent slipping through cigarette smoke
and praying to fire
and the special spot between her legs
Home is where the head is
and he's another dream
in a sinking city,
writing life stories in skid row
and finding rapture in rap music
and solace in the smile he drew
on a hand grenade
A contest entry
- ~ pre-writes ~ by LadyUnique.
300 points, ended May 8, 2008, 61 entries
Gold trophy winner
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i like this
into the finalist list it goes it's getting crowded there so i wish you lots of luck
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