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cocunut rum
by Ginette T Bellei love
empty days
filled with banal overtones
a whole weekend filled
is a red-letter treat
and i spend days
without a paddle in hand
it's tricky - yes
but i think i've gotten the hang of it
this warm evening is the smell of pablum
on a dingy silver spoon
my father's voice swirling with the mosquitos
and cocunut rum in plastic cup
it's a long shot (i tell you)
but it ain't far from the truth..
07/04/2004 Author's Note: just my wierd, floating above sea ramblings...i don't expect you to understand because i hardly understand anything myself
Posted on 07/05/2004
Copyright © 2025 Ginette T Belle
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 07/28/04 at 11:56 PM I love your ramblings... they always lead and guide to the most interesting places. Much love to you and the awesome language use and images. |
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