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these hips are copyright 1982
by Vere Mantratriadmoving closer to an
impending extinction
there's a certain
cooling after the
rain rises from the
mid-day pavement
it's sugar floating
over your ice capades
that attracted every
little boy with an
oral fixation by proxy
so you shake out the
old sweaters and wipe
down the glass to
clear the smudge and
the fudge still smogging
your handkerchief
how many times can you
let your hair down
without losing all
of your dna
how long can you
walk down a street
floating over every
deposit of dirt
even slugs leave an impression
everywhere they've been 07/16/2006 Author's Note: this is what 23.9 years smell like
Posted on 07/17/2006
Copyright © 2024 Vere Mantratriad
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jared Fladeland on 07/19/06 at 04:03 AM I love the slug line. you have wonderful imagery. the second to last stanza reminded me of a song. I don't know what though. But i could hear it. |
| Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 07/21/06 at 11:45 PM lol 23.9 years? I must stink! Another great write Vere. I love the descriptiveness and the reference to things that everyone knows, from slugs to hair loss lol. Well written. |
| Posted by Maria Terezia Ferencz on 07/23/06 at 10:28 PM If this is 23.9 I can't wait to read 33.5......
Hurry up and age I can't wait. You are an awesome writer, I love your edge! |
| Posted by Lauren Singer on 07/26/06 at 08:37 PM we should do a collaboration. i sense similar minds.
this is brilliant. wished i had said it. |
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