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Vulcan ex Poseidia
by Ryan NardiCradle my fable.
I can't bullshit now.
I grabbed on to a narrow lady,
and she pulled me up.
I don't have hands or patience,
and, at times, I can't breathe.
And I feel that I cannot explain
...what I mean.
Cuz you can't paint your paper mache
without yellows and blues.
And you can't make no big mistakes
if you got no tattoos.
Commercial, imaginary,
and painful expressions.
We could swim where we ham bone lately;
I guess she puts me up.
We're books that we can't escape--
eternal in tent dreams.
I feel that I cannot explain
...what I mean.
Cuz you can't paint your paper mache
without yellows and blues.
And you can't make no big mistakes
if you got no tattoos. 11/24/2009 Author's Note: bullshit is explicit i'm sure.
Posted on 11/24/2009
Copyright © 2025 Ryan Nardi
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by V. Blake on 11/25/09 at 05:26 PM You've got a typo in your fourth line, but the rest of this is fantastic. "And you can't make no big mistakes / if you got no tattoos" are some of my favorite lines of the day. Very nice, Ryan. |
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