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"One Beer Isn't Enough to Talk to You"
by Max PhineasYou can probably see
every thought that snaps between synapses
and short-circuits near my tongue
You most likely sense
The tension in my chest
That makes me choke on compliments
That dare to creep into my throat.
If I could touch you
Hold you
I'd never let go
But babe,
You probably already know. 02/01/2009 Author's Note: Stutter, stutter, spit, stumble, repeat.
Posted on 02/01/2009
Copyright © 2024 Max Phineas
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/01/09 at 09:10 PM Indeed, especially as far as repeat goes. There's a great weariness to this. You hit that note really, really well here. |
| Posted by Nanette Bellman on 02/01/09 at 11:25 PM yes, we ladies have a knack for this sort of thing. well done. |
| Posted by Julie Adams on 02/05/09 at 03:53 AM I simply adore this piece! Every wrenching image, the first two stanzas are stocked, and I savored their salt for the sweet ending...well done, I look forward to reading more of your work...peace, jewels |
| Posted by Allison Smith on 08/08/09 at 12:40 PM haha how lovely is this!! |
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