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levitating
by Ginette T Bellebanana moons sleeping in a tail pipe sky
galaxies flooded with love on lay away
just to hear sound waves in my ear
from the pieces that keep levitating
making no sense at all
in the end does it really matter
will you really be able to tell what's real
what is poetry, what carves blood into skin
and he tells me something funny
but it no longer holds weight in my heart
once potent with boston cream
now hole in the center
eyes distant and displaced
but my love
on the platform
in the evening
in the pomegranate skin
bursting with flavour 09/21/2005 Author's Note: this probably makes no sense to anyone but god i tell you it makes sense to me...
Posted on 09/22/2005
Copyright © 2025 Ginette T Belle
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/23/05 at 04:47 PM The first two stanzas I found especially captivating, and to me could stand on their own as a poem. I especially like this idea: will you really be able to tell what's real
what is poetry, what carves blood into skin. One of your recent best in my opinion Ginette.
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