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prohibited stay in 20's lane
by Bradd HowardProhibition
I was your flapper girl
flap, flap, flapping my lips so quickly
I don't believe you caught everything.
I speak too easy.
I stare at you with moonshine eyes
and feel jazz in my blood
This is how it feels to know that you are in the middle of something
but your flapping keeps you
shut out.
Sometimes the answers are in the jazz
other times they hang on the end of a cigarette
jutting out from pouty lips. 06/16/2005 Author's Note: my contribution to the roaring 20's theme
Posted on 06/16/2005
Copyright © 2026 Bradd Howard
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ava Blu on 06/16/05 at 07:27 PM ooohh, nicely done! "I stare at you with moonshine eyes
and feel jazz in my blood"--great lines
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| Posted by Paul Marino on 06/16/05 at 08:01 PM i think you have an interesting concept here, but i'm not sure it's expressed clearly enough. it's not bad, it's like 3/4 molded. i want to see its features more defined. i may be wrong. "sometimes the answers are in the jazz"-that's a great line. nice last stanza, and second to last stanza. i wasn't a huge fan of the first, though it goes with the poem. this can maybe stand on its own. not sure. |
| Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 06/18/05 at 03:32 AM "Sometimes the answers are in the jazz
other times they hang on the end of a cigarette
jutting out from pouty lips." That last stanza has a whole lotta kick, Bradd. :) |
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