Virginia Slim Returns to the Mainland
She had gone in search of Poetry.
How could she have guessed
the sky would be a cement block
and the faces unfriendly Xeroxes.
Islanders in Wal-Mart chic,
dollar-store knives in their pockets.
Even if she had guzzled a neon sunset
Even if her back was red from wrestling on hot sand
Even if she had met an extraterrestrial bird
who taught her the real meaning of yellow
The lines she could have written
Would repeat the Theme with incessancy
(Every wave is water afterall):
The sky is Mardi Gras through a highball glass
I miss you
The boy’s eyes flashed like fish
I miss you
Fruit smells like flowers; flowers taste like fruit
I miss you
Her fingers ferry her namesake
to her mouth, and out again.
3 comments:
Lots of imagery - I like it. Although I have to admit, reading your poetry makes me feel really dumb...I have to read it a couple of times and even then I know I'm not 'getting it' completely. =) You should write me a special dumbed-down poem...
i agree, i can appreciate it but then i'm like, do i even know whats going on?...
That means I need to revise.
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