I present, a poem.
dogma
I’m reading your poetry tonight
and it makes me laugh
cockstrong
the turn of a phrase
a word
you know everything
and yet nothing at all
just like that night
Hollywood
and a call girl
what was her name?
Heather.
Ginger.
Ophelia.
I think it was.
we, the three of us,
sat poolside
you listened
for once in your life
she leaned over in her robe
and her bikini top
1:35 a.m.
do you believe in God?
I mean
do you think he has a purpose for
everything
I looked at her bewildered
not knowing where to begin
there’s not enough time
liquor
narcotics
men
in this world
to answer that question
a dark, shadowy figure stepped out
onto the balcony
she made a quick exit
I shed my terrycloth and you
dared me to jump in head first
and said
you know you want to
no one’s watching
but you were
Sunday, May 31, 2009
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2 comments:
i like this.
i'm having a hard time understanding part of it... maybe you can explain it in a future post?
Great topic for the next post, constructing meaning in poetry! :) Thanks!
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