ImpetuousA Poem by colini made getting dirty sound pretty?A pair of corduroys torn to shreds, Chasing after a frisbee down the sewer drain Where the stalactites hang And vacuous, violet eyes flicker in shadow.
Soft serve, blistering and bleeding Through a chocolate ice cream shell. Staining little hands, Sullying new upholstery.
The mud smells like industrial waste And shimmers with a film of motor oil and saw dust. Leave no man behind, amputate. Thigh deep in the murky brown muck.
The bright red elephant cranes with a crooked trunk For the red watermelon high in the palm leaves. Staining a shirt sleeve and for all the world Acrylics won't dissolve with soapy water.
Watching a salvage operation. Feeling guilty and awkward, Standing next to her as she Sanctifies the imperfections With a tooth brush.
© 2008 colinAuthor's Note
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Added on March 6, 2008 |