It's a night's tipped hat
to emptied bottles
of cheap wine
& soiled lacy underclothes,
when I stop
by the wonted lamp post
to ruffle your frilled
curtained window casement
with my left-over gaze.
This season's
been living so near the bone
I was sure I'd come round
in a hospital bed
with a needle in the
old disenchanted arm
& a note
"Cancer is a Villain Who Doesn't Play Fair,
Get Well Soon!"
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I rouge this well-visited mouth now,
and I wear the colors & dresses
happy shiny girls
with nothing to think
superpose on purpose,
to catch your attention
like some wild beast
not caring to be tamed.
My dreams harrow me,
the sunset through
to the waking
of early worms and subsequent birds,
with the leg I let loose
from a scarcity of skirt
and the waist I endorse
in a similarly girlish fashion
hoping my nights spent glazed over
at lamp posts
metamorphose into
concrete,
palpable
gratification.
So far I've only caught
a few tears
and an amplified
cosmetics bill.
Author notes
N o t h i n g B u t S h r o o m s
Lyrics: When you see my face hope it gives you hell; hope it gives you hell.
And even if I talk myself down--
and write with irony--
the worst part of this is
that this is the truth.
A contest entry
- Think of what you did and how i hope to god he was worth it [You know it will always be me]. by Candy Morphine.
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• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - [sorry if we can't all be unoriginal] but I have a mold to break. by Antebellum.
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i tip my hat to you, miss. a beautiful write. the imagery was fresh and vivid... your word choice was very...precise. original. i loved it
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Wow you really know how to use imagery in this one... The way you describe this poor person makes me think of her as a street hooker aka tramp.
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Let me offer my :Wow!" The write is vivid not only in visuals but in feel. It has a certain ache to it that puts me in the center of the scene rather than on the outside fringes looking in. More of an experience than a story.
The title pulled me in and the content did not dissappoint
I enjoyed the read.
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a note
"Cancer is a Villain Who Doesn't Play Fair,
Get Well Soon!"
-Hehe , i know it's sadistic, but i really like that.
hoping my nights spent glazed over
at lamp posts
metamorphose into
concrete
-i love that.
So far I've only caught
a few tears
and an amplified
cosmetics bill.
-and i absolutely adoree that.
FINALIS
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of course.
Lyric =
When you see my face; hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell.
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