Nun Perfect

Nun Perfect

A Poem by Corset
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moving pride with a fork lift.

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Nun Perfect


Tell me how you do that,

teach me how you go to sleep in one

city and wake up half way across the

continent with less money in the safe

than the local corner parishioner in a

1963 black and white miracle movie.


When my mother was murdered,

I was among the “Lilies of the Field”

and I swore I would never fall in love

with a drifter who would leave and

break your heart, disappoint you,

with his Solomon meander in the only

way Sidney Poitier could ever do after

erecting a church with the strong arms

of a Acer nigrum, silently in the night,


But to the Nun(s) he was perfect without

a waving goodbye, or long drawn out

farewells, he wasn't much for tears either.


If you are worried about the dog,

she's gone where all old good dogs go

to meet their predecessors in the

sweet soup of the creator's mind.


I was so sorry to hear, while I slept

in the back seat of an old Ion mind,

with my little piggy tail still curled

and snoring at my feet, you know,

she slept in a furnace all day,

all that heat can pack a girl up.


Home and crossing boundaries.


So every Cowboy hat ever born

under a starry sky with a cigar

dangling from his lip would hear

me whoop under the Lone star,

he's close, but none's perfect.


She's pretty darn close to broken

yarns of roads and pot holes of beautiful,

to pride's sore, red eyes.


© 2014 Corset


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Kinky verbiage. I like I like

Posted 10 Years Ago


Corset

10 Years Ago

lol, thanks again baby.
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DrD
Creative to the extreme, using movies as the vehicle but more impressive are the raunchy metaphors that are home grown and raw to the point of being gorgeous. I truly, truly liked this and applaud this gripping work.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Corset

10 Years Ago

lol, thank you for stopping by DRD.
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ANM
Perfection does not exist except in the minds of foolish people... Even in the heat of the night! Well written!!

Posted 10 Years Ago


A great story-type poem based on this movie with wonderful descriptiveness. Something different from all your other writes but it looks like you are expanding your horizon. The title is very clever play on non Perfect ... Excellent...:)..............

Posted 10 Years Ago


Corset

10 Years Ago

It's a travel light , lol. Thank you Sami.
Sami Khalil

10 Years Ago

Yep. You are welcome...:).................
such a great movie...and yes, that which we can build with our faith....stronger than anything money can buy, for sure.

Posted 10 Years Ago



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