Meeting On A Stormy Night

fragmented glass behind the bar

betrays a collage of splintered bottles

it must be somebody's idea of art

neo-maxi modernist fusion

or perhaps surreal delusion

demystifying the sober reality

but still you said you liked the place

so I agreed to find you there

fashionably late as usual

you sauntered inside

and stirred the stale air

all Holly Golightly breezy

and well behind leaving

the nobodies enclosed in peak hour

cocooned combustible rage

the nobodies covered with plastic

wrapped and sheltered from angry rain

all weaving and woven long paths

intersecting the wavering lines

and splashing the surveyed

refractions of neon

into a nether worldly state

of melodramatic demise

where things remained but never stayed

a universe where we don't collide

at the corner of Picasso and de Sade.

Reviews

[Chris]

Corners are where our minds make them...

Good flow and after taste...

[randomhope09]

Every time I read this, I find another wonderful thing about it. The first line that stood out to me "it must be somebody's idea of art/neo-maxi modernist fusion/or perhaps surreal delusion" - can't explain why but I loved the sound of that line.

[Lily Mae]

"cocooned combustible rage
the nobodies covered with plastic
wrapped and sheltered from angry rain"

This is an excellent write and you have captured my attention for sure:) My mind is working over time with this and I love it...xx

[Poetic Beauty]

I love the last line. many times we can get along with someone even love them but we never truly collide in spirit with them so it is better to stand back and watch with magic eyes.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

It tempers on the acratic, with an almost Elizabethen feel to the plotted nature of the word, well done, good read.

[Tasha]

"A universe where we don't collide
At the corner of Picasso and de Sade."
Wonderful write, it captured my imagination.
♥ Ta'Shandra

[Muse]

a universe where we don't collide
at the corner of Picasso and de Sade

How curious................you have captured my imagination!

[blakjassy]

When i read this poem aloud, I found it had something of a hypnotic quality to it.

The lines "fashionably late as usual" and "Holly Golightyly Breezy" give an air of free spiritedness that cannot be trapped in the mundane!