shadows of the four o'clock stroke by Cymbre DolphayEternity is running
into oblivion
in this overcompensating ballroom
a woman is making
a conversation piece
out of her nicotine fit
the habit is repulsive
but her elegant manner
is a real turn on
a lovers quarrel
is going into overtime
two well dressed gentlemen
dueling for this woman
who left an hour ago
when Satan asked to dance
happy starry-eyed couples
dancing the foxtrot
in time with a
mariachi band
someones bleeding
profusely
and no one else
can bring themselves
to care
08/18/2003 Author's Note: Yes. My dreams are this messed up. So if anyone ever wonders what an insomniac dreams about...
Posted on 08/19/2003 Copyright © 2024 Cymbre Dolphay
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Olivia Weinkein on 08/19/03 at 06:24 AM this rocks. |
Posted by Beth K Hannah on 08/19/03 at 05:25 PM where is hitler in all of this...i'm sure he should have a role! ;)
Lovely dear. lovely. |
Posted by Max Bouillet on 08/23/03 at 05:09 PM Great use of motion and excellent insight on self-absorption and indifference. |
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