The Bully Reads Me His First Poem

The Bully Reads Me His First Poem

A Poem by itsnoteoin

D'you like it?
his eyes dart
hummingbird traces around
inside his head.
I lick my lips, shove hands in
pockets, make myself small.
He is begging for an answer
so quietly you almost wouldn't
hear it. Nervous energy I can
not stand, and now he's an
electrical fire. I'm stoned.
Well? he pleads, eyes focusing
for a desperate moment before
flirting onwards. I look at his
hands. They're not unlike my own.
His are slender and pale; mine,
slender and somewhat tanned.
It's flawless, _, I say.
He starts, and then begins to grin
in recognition. He does not understand
how backhanded this is.
Out here, he's an animal,
stupid and uncomprehending.
I study again his hands,
wonder at how two people
so similar
could cause each other such pain.

© 2015 itsnoteoin


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And then days later when the poet thought the great unwashed had finished smearing filthy hands over the alabaster curves of his creation another post arrives. Just another reader with five minutes to spare and an opinion to complete the unmatched paring of his possessions.

Of course it's wonderful. How could I say otherwise? Yes, I'm threatened. I admit it, and at the risk of Aesopian varietal tart grapes I insist that I never thought of myself as poetic anyway. Well, I don't now anyway. "Two people so similar". That has a nice thought to it - a thought that corkscrews its barbs into the gray jello of the head.

Well done.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

itsnoteoin

9 Years Ago

thank you, friend. :)



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I liked it. Far greater reviewers have said what's on my mind. CD

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

And then days later when the poet thought the great unwashed had finished smearing filthy hands over the alabaster curves of his creation another post arrives. Just another reader with five minutes to spare and an opinion to complete the unmatched paring of his possessions.

Of course it's wonderful. How could I say otherwise? Yes, I'm threatened. I admit it, and at the risk of Aesopian varietal tart grapes I insist that I never thought of myself as poetic anyway. Well, I don't now anyway. "Two people so similar". That has a nice thought to it - a thought that corkscrews its barbs into the gray jello of the head.

Well done.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

itsnoteoin

9 Years Ago

thank you, friend. :)
Soemtimes we wound with the pen, and sometimes it with the sword, or perhaps a qucik right to the cheekbone. Utterly cinematic in its rendering, highly visual stuff.

(As an aside, I would have gone with the "it's the finest poem of its kind" non-committal banality.)

Posted 9 Years Ago


itsnoteoin

9 Years Ago

as usual, I'm in your debt. :)
Just wow! you got a beautiful mind and knows exactly how to put feelings into words

Posted 9 Years Ago


itsnoteoin

9 Years Ago

flattering beyond flattering. thank you. :)
wow! you picked an amazing moment to wander into my horizon

you may be older than your years

Posted 9 Years Ago


Huh. What an interesting piece. I liked it a lot; definite favorite ^^

Posted 9 Years Ago



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itsnoteoin

Dublin, Leinster, Ireland



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I'm an 18 year old student currently living in Dublin, Ireland. My dream is to be an author living in Paris, France. I love poetry, jazz and hip-hop. My favourite author is Michael Chabon; my favourit.. more..

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