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I tricked him, just so I could ride his beautiful flying machine
by Jolie Jordanmount the cherry red machine
until your fists hit flesh
and your legs wrap tight.
there is nothing here
but sky
and air
whipping at my cheeks
throwing lightdark in my eyes
I don't even like you, just
the way my insides quiver when
this bloody monster tears up yellowblackwhite,
leaving nothing but a trail of empty words
and victims confined in glass deathtraps.07/07/2004 Author's Note: Him + Me + Crotchrocket.
Posted on 07/07/2004
Copyright © 2025 Jolie Jordan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/14/13 at 04:16 PM I love the way colors are used here, the sense of freedom, the unapologetic use of "him" to get to the ride. That last stanza rocks! Thanks for this. |
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