right face, wrong time by Nanette BellmanI'm thinking of a million ways to wreck this evening, minus the demolition equipment.
I'm always one hurricane gust from a natural disaster waiting to happen.
I'm the one always on the brink, waiting for you to say or do or be something to bring me back.
Pay attention because this is how I make it happen casting spells of voodoo hoodoo slut magic.
I'm going to gun for another gold medal in my Olympic sport of self disrespect,
Just like I know he's gunning for my panties on his floor, a firm grip on my hair, his fingers in my mouth.
I sat and shined silver collar up
and thought about eating you my flask full of courage.
All it would take is non-chivalrous eye contact through rings of smoke.
For one too look away and the other too look into the death trap I call eyes.
I would spit you back out, but he won't be whole.
11/06/2008 Author's Note: Thank you Sean Rooney, who understands that I'm invincible when I drink.
Posted on 11/06/2008 Copyright © 2024 Nanette Bellman
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Johnny Crimson on 11/07/08 at 02:12 AM I like this. Driving, lines are long put the feelings are anxious, rushed in a good way, oh and I like my as well. hah.
Good Job and thanks. |
Posted by Johnny Crimson on 11/07/08 at 02:12 AM I like my "line" as well. |
Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 11/10/08 at 03:06 AM as frustrating as this state can be for you i'm sure...i have found some of the lines in this very powerful, some very tough to swallow, and some humorous. your work here is dynamic, raw and very in your face. the way a gritty poem with a message like this one should be. impressive ms. bellman |
Posted by Rhiannon Jones on 11/10/08 at 01:42 PM Very good! |
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