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Cigarette Burns
by Max BouilletToday I found
cigarette burns on the picture
I gave you.
Twisted bubbles warping
unknowing flesh.
In the picture, I'm still smiling,
but I have forgotten why...
maybe that's why
today I found
cigarette burns on my picture. 01/13/2004 Posted on 01/13/2004
Copyright © 2024 Max Bouillet
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 01/14/04 at 03:02 PM ooo... i read deep into this poem and find a sort of 'stabbing in the back' type feeling... small and packed with incredible power... compelling sad excellent piece... blessings... |
| Posted by Bethany Lee on 01/14/04 at 05:22 PM "I'm still smiling, but I have forgotten why..."...time does funny things if it goes on long enough... |
| Posted by Agnes Eva on 01/14/04 at 06:36 PM nice round way of making your point... suggests a rather voodoo-like scene |
| Posted by Mara Meade on 01/14/04 at 11:00 PM I wanted to laugh at the lines
In the picture, I'm still smiling,
but I have forgotten why...
but I couldn't. Just a little too close to home. Exceptional piece.
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| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 01/15/04 at 02:43 PM Starkly real in shock value as usual, Max. I think I remember why you were smiling, only I don't think it will help to go back there now. |
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