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She felt like Texas

by Johnny Crimson

She felt like Texas
in the springtime
when the coyotes search for food
a soft depraved
yet rabid surface
will often flex to set the mood.

We're never eager here
just thin replacements
always marching into her mouth
but the flow reversed
here comes the flood
they're on their way back out.

I meet Alice round the corner
with her stockings
to her ears
it's pink and crimson
as I'd expected
with a sheen that glistens clear.

They put my body in the forest
and her father
shook his head
how could they take
his only girl
not to heaven, just to death.

In the alley down on Downey St.
just beneath the
ruptured main
our ghosts kiss
in dead silence
as the world around complains.


Posted on 02/01/2011
Copyright © 2022 Johnny Crimson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by A. Paige White on 02/01/11 at 03:37 PM

Really enjoyed the reference to Alice. Quite interesting to me personally (I don't think i figured out what the theme is though) since just yesterday when I went upstairs for a shower as the water was draining away I remembered a song (that her mom sang to her as a kid)my Mom sang to me as a kid (and my kids when they were little and my grandkids now, too) that goes like this, "Alice, where art thou going? Upstairs to take a bath. Alice, with legs like toothpicks, neck like a giraffe? Alice, Where art thou going? Oh my body, oh my soul, there goes alice down that hole... Alice, where art thou going? glub glub glub." My first name is Alice, lol. My mom swears she couldn't think of anything else that went with Paige. ;-}

Posted by A. Paige White on 02/01/11 at 03:43 PM

oops, i left out part of a verse. I never can remember it right, even though I got Mama to sing it to me again yesterday afternoon, because i couldn't remember all of it.

Posted by Ava Blu on 02/11/11 at 04:05 PM

Everyone should read this one aloud. It's like a song. I enjoyed it.

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