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In my fist
by Steve Michaelsclenched tightly a ticket stub from
last night's recital
I don't know who played
remember only the way you licked
your lips at him
pushed me back when I went
to kiss
your lying mouth
turned your back
at my roaming hand
yeah, you were
with the band. 11/06/2010 Author's Note: This is not real.
Posted on 11/07/2010
Copyright © 2025 Steve Michaels
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by V. Blake on 11/07/10 at 05:01 AM I love the picture you've painted here, in all of its glitter and grime. Really well done. My one suggestion (and this might just be a personal quirk of mine), is that the repetition of the word "lips" sounds a bit awkward to me.
And for what it's worth, none of my poems are real, either. :) |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 12/31/13 at 03:15 PM Steve, this may not be real, but it comes close enough to qualify for the cigar. One day, hopefully not so far away, and while we are still old, it will be the poets turn to have groupies hanging around and gingling like charm bracelets, and then it will be a band member who will be writing this scenario about she being part of the band of bards, bards who have always tried harder than musicians to please such bracelets as have charm in them. |
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