Tinsel Town
If I have to explain it, I haven't done my job as a poet now have I?
Dead roses fill a vase
by her chaise
she’s tired from running
likes the movie star
pose she vogues naked
graced by nothing more
than last seasons silver
garland hits the highs
noted against her grey
marble stomach
those old black and
whites spoke volumes
contrast that softened
the horror of blood
on the big scream
pitch perfect mouth
agape softly drooling
imagined reds in time
with the last beat
of the starlets harlot
heart
by her chaise
she’s tired from running
likes the movie star
pose she vogues naked
graced by nothing more
than last seasons silver
garland hits the highs
noted against her grey
marble stomach
those old black and
whites spoke volumes
contrast that softened
the horror of blood
on the big scream
pitch perfect mouth
agape softly drooling
imagined reds in time
with the last beat
of the starlets harlot
heart
Anstey on Mar. 17 2007 edit · delete I totally agree with your note.
And I don't think it needs much intro. I very much like the first two lines -- very good setting up the rest.
The world plans with spoke volumes and on the big scream are excellent.
- stephan
The Night Prophet on May 29 2007 edit · delete I could recognise your poetry in the dark. Very beautiful Emily.
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With Love,
The Night Prophet
