Conversation notwithstanding

Conversation notwithstanding

 

 

you gave me that Lolita smile,

in your Lana Turner state of drink

 

and I almost fell from my flirting chair

wobbly legs I needed not,

for I was not standing,

nor was I in good stead

with my moral compass

which was aimed so south

 

I could see cotton fields from days of old

and in my days of old,

a wink could drop me in my tracks,

I might ask directions,

but the fall will kill me, so 

I needn't a map to Hades

 

I heard they have a big dog there,

wonder if it is friendly.

Meanwhile,

 

I wish you would quit smiling at me

your eyes have me so intoxicated

my face will greet the table, soon.

 

 

erin-cilberto

7/18/22

Reviews

[supernova_thoughts]

"your eyes have me so intoxicated
my face will greet the table, soon."
I hope you had the chance to just stay intoxicated and not loose your sight. Beautiful!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

almost, supernova...almost.
thanks,
j.

[supernova_thoughts]

You're welcome!

[Shannon]

I need to read Lolita; I’ve read excerpts and have been really taken aback by the emotion pushed into those lines, but have yet to read the book. That having been said, the little bit that I’ve read was enough to push me deeply into this piece. “My moral compass aimed so south,” was a beautiful line. Sometimes we have to ask whether our compass, as righteous as it is, is to our own destruction. And as far as hell goes, I’ve found that the more the Saints start to look like devils, those beautiful puritans, the more the devils start to look like saints. Just go with it brother; that way when you hurl into the abyss, you’ll be too drunk to care. lol
Love it

[jacob erin-cilberto]

thank you for your kind review, Shannon,
j.