Rotten Eggs

The first in a series of poems designed to go with Bury Me.

Cigarette smoke and
Penelope eyes
wide like eggs
and flecked with gold

Twisting in dreams of
love and babies and
Mona trips and
the last of the tips from
the Chinese place
down the corner

train stations and
new-to-you Cadillacs
line the paper walls
of her fragile mind

one last drink at the bar
and one night stands with
stolen jars and fountain coins

new beginnings and beer
breath take her far away
to lock downs and
cigarette smoke of a purple kind

delirious with losing
and loving
and madness
she leaves again

where does it end?

Reviews

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train stations and
new-to-you Cadillacs
line the paper walls
of her fragile mind

I so-loved this part, This is a catchy write. Love the tone of it. Very nicely done...xo