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shadows of the four o'clock stroke

by Cymbre Dolphay

Eternity 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 lover’s 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

someone’s 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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