On The Ropes by Trisha De GraciaYou know it's funny
now I think about it
all I really see
is just a hazy blur
of what was then
a glittered silhouette.
You drew a picture
in a loop
around my eyes
and I
believed the colours
rather than
that concrete picture frame.
To you it's all the same
a friendly face in this new city
one more classic broad
to line the walls
of your huge trophy case,
a medal to be worn
around your neck
to hang like rotten phallacy.
You've conned a joke right out of me
and put me on the punch-line. 08/13/2004 Posted on 08/13/2004 Copyright © 2024 Trisha De Gracia
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