groggy, shirt half buttoned, half tucked in;
tie loosened to match the atmosphere.
I won’t remember which pick up lines I use;
I don’t bother counting how many times she flirts.
Because tomorrow morning I will wake up alone,
glancing at the other side of the mattress or wherever we end up in my-- Ithinkthisismyapartment.
I won’t even care to check how much dignity and self respect she left
under unmade bed sheets.
And the next night at the bar
I will be looking for a more beautiful face than hers,
looking for a better lay.
Author notes
prompt:
And you are beautiful but you don't mean a thing to me - Death Cab for Cutie
title: from song lyrics by The Airborne Toxic Event.
weird, new approach in my writing; different point of view, too.
penned by
n o t - t h e - s u n
A contest entry
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Comments
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A pretty good poem. Pretty bleak!
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i wonder aobut how the girl feel about what he thinks. sad story - too many people don't realize how damaging it is for them. looking for instant gratification. great take on the prompt.
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i like this one...it also reminds me of this levi jeans commercial where these two people are engaging in a one night stand and the guy tells the girl that they aren't really in his apartment.
so for this provoke such strong imagery inside my head is fucking sick!
bravissima
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haha...i like it..a bit different..but still..the way you write it does speak of your poetic range...stylistic creative..and i love the snippet/memoir/prose you put in this...lovely
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