You were moving to the seaside, you said,
and you were taking the dog,
the Bukowski novel,
my pipe.
It need not be said,
my head.
You talked about the rocks,
the coral,
the driftwood,
bubbling with ocean fever and
I am left a drowning girl.
Back to New England, you said,
where the city streets were crowded with busy people
and no one ever asked for change,
"they'd just take it".
And Maine sleeps alone tonight but
not for long,
she's stolen the boy and Bukowski.
"That's fine, love, but I need my pipe."
because he won't bring it back someday.
I drink to Boston.
Author notes
"Someday you will find me,
caught beneath the landslide,
in a champagne supernova in the sky."
- 'Champagne Supernova' by Oasis
breathe
Comments
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..god, you amaze me. excuse me for being a creep.
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God I don't even know what to say. I simply love this.
Really.
Isabel xoxox
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Yay! I didn't think anyone was going to use that prompt, so brownie points to you.
I've always liked "calm" poems (if that makes any sense) and I viewed this as a "calm" poem. Where it sort of just floats together and everything seems sort of.. quiet. I liked it a lot. I liked the format and the metaphors. Definitely some brilliance here. Thanks for entering; good luck 
Jeanette*~ -
yesss i love that song,
and this si also an incredible poem.
shzah.
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