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The Blind Date
by David HillArranged by an extremely ex-friend
this blind date, how I wish I were blind!
He loves me
Dress:
Stinging citrus
day-glo splatters
of blobs and globs
hurled in hatred.
he loves me not
Nose:
Chewed and mangled
soccer field sod
bulbous and beaded,
a single hair sprout
begging a plink.
he loves me
Hair:
Permed and puffed
dandelion dry
seed head
blowball.
he loves me not
Hat:
A Tropical platter
of piled spilling fruits
and ostrich plumes.
Waving palm trees in
plastic splendor,
dripping and drooling
engulfing her head
in lion tamer finale.
he loves me
Harpy:
Girlishly
plucking petals,
she flutters mascara lashes
shadowed in shifting berries.
Silently I pray for this finish,
a phlegm rattle giggle of:
he loves me not!
07/21/2005 Author's Note: Looks are everything.
Posted on 07/22/2005
Copyright © 2026 David Hill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 07/22/05 at 01:38 AM ouch!... But I love it, actually. It's so true. You're descriptions are so vivid... And the way you break them up just brings it all together. |
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