He's aA Poem by Ivy
He's a John Hughes film on repeat in the dark recesses of his mind,
stacked behind the veil of confusion hanging between him and the world he was thrown into after his Kansas closed for renovations he couldn't continue when the economy crashed like the twin towers that death is building up again across the wire that his future wife might walk on since he tends to fall for huge women in frail bodies equipped with scissors they use to cut the strings tied roughly to their wrists and those around them even though they can't seem to escape the boning tougher than their bones they need to be perfect silhouettes poised carefully on rooftops and railways that he'll save them from with 3 seconds to spare because the boy always does in a John Hughes film- it doesn't matter how many rips are in his jeans or how crooked his hair is because he is the boy with the invisible cape and feet too quick for his worn-out sneakers worn by his great-great-grandfeet who would never guess he'd pop from the dirt so clean inside after shaking the dust right off his old bones beneath the young flesh he hardly knew was there. © 2011 Ivy |
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Added on May 23, 2011 Last Updated on May 23, 2011 AuthorIvyCAAboutHere's my poetry. The good, the bad, the downright horrendous. Take it for what it's worth. If you choose to critique it, be brutal. Poets of interest: William Shakespeare, E.E. Cummings, Sylvia Pla.. more..Writing
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