11

11

A Poem by CharlyeMonroe
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Number 11 from The Knockouts

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There is cream in that cup
“Toast”

Aerate to whipped foam
Frothy mouth and rabid
Hornets have no need nectar
Jelly donuts with mandarin filling
Posh pads and leather couches
Free codes for context
Caffeine in my veins the color of coffee
Liquid injected hot
The rush of new blood spilled matching the color of socks
Footprint
Now that might be
Should be
A would be
No talking since silence is its own monster
Melancholy and the infinite
Numbers you cant count to
Flop
Hit the deck
Contact
Lit fuse
A bit of goading is in it

Admitted
Gaining at the point of entry
Humored she blows
“What is 18 inches long and can make me scream all night?”
Crib death
Cradle robbing red herrings
Gold Fin would have it
Long line at the DMV
Squeamishly or mousy
Add verbs to make it visual
Planet earth’s miracle

Cheery ozone layer
“You put ‘o’ in me”
Consoling, he put an arm around her both

© 2013 CharlyeMonroe


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Added on January 14, 2013
Last Updated on January 14, 2013
Tags: The Knockouts, Poetry, Love, Beat, Travel, Distance, Regret, Sorrow, Political, Biographical, Meta, Stream, Conscious, Free, Verse

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CharlyeMonroe
CharlyeMonroe

San Francisco, CA



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Writer/Artist/M**********r I'm from America, all of it. Monotheist, believer in the one true G-D Every poem is a love poem. more..

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