on the outside
American Gothic neighbours from the rear unit
drip in acrylic
steal your roses
they promised
American Gothic neighbours from the rear unit
drip in acrylic
steal your roses
chase you with pitchforks
crush crimsony petals
beneath Puritan heels
another bloody stone in your shoe
thorn in your side
beneath Puritan heels
another bloody stone in your shoe
thorn in your side
they promised
sun shining rain falling
foreign port twin bed with a stranger
no warm arms all around you
man with a lazy eye
he speaks not a sentence to you
foreign port twin bed with a stranger
no warm arms all around you
man with a lazy eye
he speaks not a sentence to you
share lines over 50s formica: grey, flecked
when he thinks you're not looking
he shaves off more for himself
lazy eye man doesn't like the way you toss your hair laugh
lazy eye man doesn't like the way you toss your hair laugh
flirt with the bar-man
throws a half glass of Oyster Bay in your face
throws a half glass of Oyster Bay in your face
calls you a skanky whore
Sav Blanc tear drops
run, rock'n'roll
decimate your mascara
raccoon eyes
raccoon eyes
it should have ended there
'he used to send me roses, I wish he would again ...'
the poet says he'd be standing patiently in the rain
holding the roses
but things bottles moods
thrash around
someone tosses a Bitburger bottle at a lounge room window
glass shatters in triangular splinters
like toffee in a movie set
thrash around
someone tosses a Bitburger bottle at a lounge room window
glass shatters in triangular splinters
like toffee in a movie set
you tell me that roses grow inside
morning comes around goes around
you take the dust of a long, sleepless night
light a thin green candle light another cigarette
you take the dust of a long, sleepless night
light a thin green candle light another cigarette
learn to forget let me sleep all night
tarnish the golden rule
thrash
sleep
forget
tarnish the golden rule
thrash
sleep
forget
Such a good poem, Kristen. Things do thrash around :)
ReplyDeletewaouh! as we say in French: ça balance! (in the sense of dumping on each other, or you could also translate by it's getting very rocky in this poem!) to make it short: Thanks, I love this tone!
ReplyDeleteThanks Rob and Béatrice - appreciate the comments. I'll try and maintain the thrashing and the tone!!!
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