I am Jill's bitten nails,
hammered into gaping holes,
sagging down with a heavy load,
bending under the weight of art for art's sake.
I am Jack's empty wallet,
diamond dogs and lost credit cards,
sunk below light's reach with pirate boots.
but I am not,
and I am your blue-eyed wanderer,
blue-lined warrior, the burn of whiskey in the back of your throat,
the brazier in your belly.
I am an impermeable flannel shirt.
I am a princess poster and your first memory.
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6 comments:
alliteration!!!!!!!!!!!
also, the title of this poem reminds me of my favorite song by mayday parade. mayday parade!!!!!!! amazons!!!!!!!! fight club!!!!!!
probably because mayday parade is just as lacking in substance as sugarland, AWWW SNAP
...sry that was mean
this is super excellent.
also, i mistook "brazier" for "brassiere" for a second. that would be the vicodin talking.
can you explain this to me? i love it a lot. sorry i'm a wet rag
you know what your next poem should be about? endothermic reactions. JUST KIDDING write one about togas
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