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Rusty Trails
by Alisa JsLook at how you pour out your soul, drop by drop
Around and all along the edges, stopping just short of obnoxiously
In hopes she might notice
The dancing shoes,
You swore to me you never wore anymore …
I managed to rip out this bloody nail
Should’ve been quicker on my feet, I can’t help but imagine
No matter, the damage is done
She suits you far better than I ever could
What was I thinking, or not
Pitiful pleadings of cream now grown sour
Buttermilk curds I swallow and gulp,
Tasty!
The crying is over these days
Deny
Decry
Testify
This repeating knows not when to stop …
Turn around gladness into whimpering tattle tales
Creep past the box on the floor
The keys around here somewhere
In bittersweet baskets
Of notes on a page,
Crumbled and tossed sailing against winds of blame
No one but me now, to read
Laughing hilariously,
I push back that old sniveling shell …
05/09/2007 Posted on 05/10/2007
Copyright © 2026 Alisa Js
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 05/10/07 at 04:18 PM ...alisa, gal you are certainly pushing back that sniveling shell, kick his memory to the curb...love the way you "dance" with sad memories and turning bad into good...and that bloody foot will heal... love your gutsy poetics...peace, chaz |
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