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Before The Walk Home

by Kate Demeree

Before The Walk Home

As blue washes across more than her eye
She thinks no, I will not cry
I won’t be sad, I will be happy
Even if it kills me
She chokes down hot tears
With cold drink, lights a cancer stick
Thinks god how slick,
The face with the smile,
Mute testament he’ll come around
Sniffing after awhile
Yeah, she thinks with a wry grin
Easy prey, good looks, and gin
How his eyes lit when she walked
In the door
Devouring her body, oh
She’ll dance on the old wood floor
Find sweet release
Loose all to the beat
Far away, in the crowded room
Gloomy smoke eyes may
Eat her alive
Her look is sweet,
But this gal’s not meat
When the music is done
It will have been fun
The smile will follow
As she leaves alone
To walk her own road
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04/22/2003

Posted on 04/23/2003
Copyright © 2021 Kate Demeree

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 03/15/07 at 11:58 AM

I love how this poem tics with characters which don't beat around the bush, but they know what they like and they take what they like and after the loving and the inevitable departure which must follow, they return in the morrow to reignite their steam irony tale.

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