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Angela, slip me a smile once in a while, eh?
by Jolie JordanHey Angela,
Your teeth are showing.
Your spit drips down your cheeks like a leaky faucet.
You slip me those demon eyes, flashing emerald and ivory behind coal-colored
glasses as you stare me down with "I can't save you now's".
I'm not a fish out of water, those are not my guts spilling out of a pale pink stomach.
My feet are planted on the dirty streets of Los Angeles,
and I'm here, with thick lungs, hand-in-hand with the devil himself.
Angela,
Drama follows you around like a rabid dog.
And if I want to be bit, I'll let you know.
07/14/2009 Posted on 07/15/2009
Copyright © 2025 Jolie Jordan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Allison Smith on 07/15/09 at 06:01 AM Oh my gosh! Not what I was expecting at all :) But enjoyed reading! |
| Posted by Glenn Currier on 07/28/09 at 01:50 AM I hear anger and disappointment and a determination not to be victimized by another's anger. Good boundaries. |
| Posted by Michael Smith on 07/29/09 at 02:58 PM I enjoy and identify with the infinite steadfast control and determination behind the narrator. Excellent work, Jolie. |
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