Tickets, Please

Tickets, Please

A Poem by YouoweYoupay
"

Put your hands back in,

"

 

 

 

 

Tickets, Please.

 

 

 

Why do you shrink back?

Lower your hands in.

 

The blades of this mixer

Would mince your nails

 

But they shouldn't make you scream.

It's impolite. To scream for petty pleasure.

 

And don't spill any blood.

 

A patch of clouds.

Peppered with crispy greed

I've whisked in there

And a tablespoon of earth

 

Is all you would need

To bake the mesh of a woman

One that walks with a limp,

Howls and scares men away,

And feeds on decent imps.

 

Promise me there would come

An hour of the day

Where the lights would blink

Before they sink

And faintly swing within

Lanterns and bottles

Behind the realm of cotton delusions.

 

Promise me that you would never

Write a promise to fill

The open mouth of a trash can.

 

Now your mad female creation

Is a thousand years old

And she was not yet told

Where tickets were sold

For those who journeyed barefoot

In the land of the brain-deprived and the bald.

© 2013 YouoweYoupay


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YouoweYoupay
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I am picturing inspiration on the bus or the train. Societal commentary, social justice, and just a pinch of angst about a personal relationship? Superbly written, thoughtful, and clever.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I had to read the poem a few times. Each time pulling a different thought and vision. The poem took me to many places and thoughts. I like the artwork. Gave strength to the story in the poem.
"For those who journeyed barefoot
In the land of the brain-deprived and the bald."
I like the lines above a lot. I wanted to know and read more. Thank you for the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

Posted 10 Years Ago


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Tea
That was really good. I love to read more of your writing.

Posted 10 Years Ago


YouoweYoupay

10 Years Ago

Kokoro, thank you so much for reading: Tickets, Please.

-Rain.
Tea

10 Years Ago

Your welcome. :)

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YouoweYoupay
YouoweYoupay

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