voyages my mother discouraged
(she always found something wrong)
took sail, made abundant the tears
rolling down my sister's neck.
father waving his worn out
hankerchief, unused for
now.
this tidal wave is in
my imagination, has yet to take
flight, these feathers
still have much to learn
to be windworthy. my skin
disease isn't ailing, isn't
itchy tonight but hazy
skies repeat my emotions one
tuesday ago. when i had to
crawl off your stoop again
and drag my ass into a giant
suv full of too-sweet coffee
beverages. i will not serve
that shit at my place, i'd rather
stick a cinnamon stick behind
my ear and pose for twenty dollars
a shot.
meandering around, i feel
alone on this rock. i have
no local friends to wish
happy birthday or any other
congratulatory phone call.
i just have bella, fleur and
padma. they are not enough for
an out spoken brute such as me,
listening to recorded poetry
by some smoking scruff at midmorning;
working behind the counter at some
independent coffee shop, selling;
closing my eyes and pretending to
have real friends somewhere near;
looking up the classics on sparknotes;
not feeling remorse as deep because of
some herbal remedy from a swan's tail:
i just want my seasons back.
my pools of dreams, my theatrical arabesque,
my boarderline communist bookshop, my final touch,
but most of all
you.
Author notes
this is every longing, the
entire truth.
A contest entry
- one wing isn't even enough to leave by hilly.
300 points, ended July 11, 2008, 6 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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it's speaks the truth. i can feel it.
and even though the line breaking isn't too great,
there are moments when it's really effective.
also i didn't follow some of the references.
but dispite that, i can feel it,
and that's what matters.
peace to all ~flight
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it means it's beautiful. completely.
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i loved it.
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ahhhhhhhh
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what is "ahh"?
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