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I watch pebbles send ripples dancing
across the half-congealed sludge
of a gas puddle left behind
by a nondescript driver
in a badly painted pickup
picking cigarette butts out of the ashtrays
in this abandoned parking lot.
You study me with steady eyes
over horn-rimmed glasses
and lips lined a working-girl red;
in a fit of inspiration,
I let the puddle settle
and tell you
I've been skipping wishes
across the aurora borealis
hoping for a break.
Before you drive away,
taillights red beneath a red light,
you strike a match across the dash
and hold it to your Marlboro Red.
Take a drag, working girl,
and leave it still-smoking for me.
across the half-congealed sludge
of a gas puddle left behind
by a nondescript driver
in a badly painted pickup
picking cigarette butts out of the ashtrays
in this abandoned parking lot.
You study me with steady eyes
over horn-rimmed glasses
and lips lined a working-girl red;
in a fit of inspiration,
I let the puddle settle
and tell you
I've been skipping wishes
across the aurora borealis
hoping for a break.
Before you drive away,
taillights red beneath a red light,
you strike a match across the dash
and hold it to your Marlboro Red.
Take a drag, working girl,
and leave it still-smoking for me.
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the anticlimax
snapshot of a stained-glass tsunami
changing its mind
hanging over the coastal town
and retreating to its kennel
swimmers see beginnings
of a rainbow
its baby rattle of a roar
swarovski
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napowrimo
1. i've stopped fearing
my nightmares
and when i dream about
dying
i just see your face
and get your songs in my
head and stuck in my
throat
and i understand you now
i get it.
i get it
i get it.
now stop.
2. this is the darkest timeline.
this is everything that can go wrong
going wrong.
this is worse than you dying
this is worse than the burning
this is worse than you overstaying your welcome.
i cant even talk to him anymore
cause it just sounds like
he's sticking his fingers in his ears
and screaming how he's
notlisteningnotlisteningnotlistening.
which i should have done a long time ago.
3. i try to comprehend it sometimes
cause i kn
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burn with me
i would love to squeeze a story
out of your tongue on
one of our mornings out; i'd be
let inside like quicksand. see, you
don't
really have
a choice.
i would love to act
withdrawn with you, pretension
sizzling at the burn of our
paper cigars, riding boulevard
upon boulevard on a bicycle
fueled with acrylics. i would
like it if you didn't
crumble into an oceanic coma;
your lungs can take
only so much stress.
i digress, lover, or
friend if you haven't sparked
a bonfire in your eyes for me
yet. i heard i'm a great catch
for wanna-be poets; they find
my sp2-hybridized figure, the holy
vessel of Eve's
children. never
mind how we lost Eden
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This is a contest prize for DrippingWords who requested I write a poem about the aurora borealis.
This is.... sort of about that? O.o I hope she likes it anyway.
November 5th, 2014
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This is just amazing. Such a different take on wishing than I was expecting in those last two lines.