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never a bridesmaid, never a bride - collab w/ Sean Rooney
by Nanette BellmanThe coughing mess...
these few failed cigarettes....
left ivory peels
in jungle skin.
Feet standing on sun-seared sidewalk.
Seep moisture...
Pull leather...
Scream again...
Dream with your eyes in the dirt
of Jane, Jan, and Darlene
because that little ditty about Jack & Diane
is a lie rolled off the tongues
of those who never believed in themselves.
Hide inside your veil
while your teeth shake when confronted.
I could go in for the sugar kill.
Lie to myself and say that life is coated with sugar,
and that I am not.
I stand before you, clenched full throttle,
I could scale you down past marrow
with a speech of epic proportions
that make even the Greek gods roll their ashes...
but that would be forever wasted breath.
Besides, it's what's left behind that counts. 07/11/2010 Posted on 07/11/2010
Copyright © 2024 Nanette Bellman
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 07/11/10 at 10:03 PM after reading this several times i keep coming back to "I stand before you, clenched full throttle,
I could scale you down past marrow
with a speech of epic proportions
that make even the Greek gods roll their ashes...
but that would be forever wasted breath." i think these lines could stand very strongly alone, though they are strengthened by the rest of the piece. great write! |
| Posted by Colleen Sperry on 07/12/10 at 12:04 AM I love the first stanza |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 07/12/10 at 12:12 PM To have loved and lost, loved and lost, over and over might just be a killer. Good write lady. |
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