Her Metaphysics by Erik Jensen She's a state of flux. Subtle and elusive. Radiating lamborghini-extravagance In between sips of bourbon. A sundress hugs her motions, flows along her form. I think it's white - could be wrong. ..But You’d swear she shimmers, smoothes over sound, Jealously holds color in her own face. Her bourbon tappers to gray, as she places it down to glance once At me. I brace - she might crush me underneath a soft, pillowed dialect. Instead, she pulls a fat lady’s chuckle, the green tint of my beer bottle To her, as she flees her boredom – set upon some new destination. Poor bastards won’t know what hit them. 03/14/2009 Posted on 03/15/2009 Copyright © 2024 Erik Jensen Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Jason Moskalyk on 03/15/09 at 11:56 AM Eloquent, Clever... one must admit feeling both strangely relieved annnd a little bit sad. Really good. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)