Although imported from Firenza,
the sloshes come in splashes,
it is quite a contrast to your
plain bagel and morning glasses;
perusing over Sun Herald.
Slight comments on the sleeting,
while my patience wanes drastic;
when the hell will you be leaving?
In quite a rush I find myself thirsting
around the two A.M. chiming,
tossing shots back with crooked elbow,
while you dream of future clients.
You are starched in simple dressings,
as my torn jeans tug the hipbone;
You seem extracted from a flower,
while I've become Milon of Croton.
Wrestling fears with angry jousting,
you're blandness that drives my engine;
punching concrete when you're working,
pushing pillows to your oral direction.
Until your calmness wears me inwards
after weeks of violent outbursting,
you will know what I've been doing
during the days while you were working.
A contest entry
- Vanilla by Lj-.
700 points, ended December 13, 2008, 4 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Oh my goodness!
I can see why it got the Gold!
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Until your calmness wears me inwards
after weeks of violent outbursting,
you will know what I've been doing
during the days while you were working.
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WOW!!! killer finish if i do say so myself ... thanks for sharing with us and GOOD LUCK in the contest ...
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