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Elvis Costello and the First Girl I Thought I Loved.
by Eli SkippNames dont stick with me
Quite half as much as faces,
Not after rose ice-cream
And twenty-three dollar cars.
The first girl I thought I might be in love with,
Her name was Michelley,
And she had a Cuban body and feline eyes,
And we kissed just once, to call a bluff,
And I realized I wasnt in love with her,
After all.
I believe in Elvis Costello glasses
And muscular dystrophy,
Amongst other ailments.
You never used to be this beautiful,
You never used to be this way,
You were childish,
And barely whole,
Youd made a mess of yourself.
Sometimes I think
Poetry just doesnt work for me anymore.
01/17/2006 Posted on 01/17/2006
Copyright © 2024 Eli Skipp
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Terry Olynik on 01/17/06 at 11:43 PM This is a little hard to follow. And odd. I like it! |
| Posted by Richard Vince on 01/18/06 at 01:04 AM wonderfully honest incoherence. it's nice to read something that works like thoughts do. this strikes a number of chords with me. thank you for being willing to share this. |
| Posted by V. Blake on 11/28/09 at 06:36 AM Popped up in Random Member Favorites, and as soon as I read that title, I was in. You didn't let me down--this was awesome. Added to my favorites. |
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