baby grazes womens' bodies
and touches their lips
to his
the baby is a baby
in a man's body
he quivers
remains
baby grazes black and shining guns
and baby becomes a painter
pushing against his head
it's his masterpiece
and he considers it
done
Author notes
I love this book so much. Thanks for the contest.
A contest entry
- the perks of being a wallflower by zillion.
1000 points, ended June 26, 11 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I love the book as well. I've been trying to figure out who Charlie is writing to forever. Also, beautiful piece you have constructed here. I love how the boy/man doesn't have a name. Not to mention the harsh middle stanza where 'baby' ultimately kills himself. It's one of those rhetorical type poems. It doesn't require an answer to the hundreds of questions the reader has. Gorgeous.
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