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topic: Cigarettes, Fast Cars, and Beer
by Morgan D HafeleVROOM VROOM VROOM
squeal of tires-and-
smoke in the air
one-more-inhale
...and the light turns green
and the grass follows
wind trailing behind bullets
down the boulevard
-the same one on which she named his phallus-
the rapist-pedophile(almost but not quite)-man child
the beer was already spilt
...and he said something about
thighs he used to caress-with-out-per-mission
but she never said no...
all the while
curling around fingers
where she knew she belonged
home is no more
-than-a-drag-a-way-
a broken bottle-popped can
and one car
ripping through the neighborhood
on wheels made of lies
-it's never the same
after the sun goes down- 05/07/2005 Author's Note: topic by Michelle Angelini- thanks for the topic... wish i could have done it better justice... i've just been outside of my grovve lately, so this is what i create... just better than absolute shit... oh well, so it goes... and so does life
Posted on 05/07/2005
Copyright © 2024 Morgan D Hafele
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 05/07/05 at 08:46 PM Morgan, you did just fine. Believe me, no one sees the crummy stuff I write because I don't post it. Suggestion - look at it in a few days when you aren't blasted and you might see things you didn't see before. Fair enough? Still, I like what you did.
~Chelle~ |
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