por ti volare
by Nanette Bellman
it's amazing the powers
a street light has over you.
beams of false light
that seem to be brainwashing.
but that could just be your smitten heart.
after all, we tend to wear blinders
and only hear what we want to hear
when it comes from the lips of an adulterer.
there is no such thing as complicity.
there is either "is" or "isn't".
and it's funny how he'll think
that whispering bogus lyrics in your ear
will make you forget how drunk he is
and lasso your heart just long enough
to stay another day, another week,
it's even funnier
that the "hush" song he's breathing
is that of another language
and he doesn't know the proper enunciation
or the meaning of the words he is slurring.
he just knows that music to your ears
is a form of affection
and he's sick of hearing you bitch
about how he never shows you affection,
even when the circumstances are right.
when the circumstances allow it.
there is truth in the sauce.
that alcohol is the serum for honesty.
because nomatter how long ago he sang to you,
he put that nugget of wisdom in your head.
you just put it into action;
you knew when it was "time to say goodbye"...
Author's Note: my use of the word bitch makes this explicit. much like my life used to be.
Posted on 02/03/2011
Copyright © 2020 Nanette Bellman
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Johnny Crimson on 02/03/11 at 07:56 PM|
great! + your author's note is a poem on it's own. :)
|Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/03/11 at 09:47 PM|
I'd venture to say this is one of the best things you've ever published here. Everything about it has a million things to say about experience, form, word play, insight. All the good stuff. Every bit of it is here, and the result is quite wonderful. Well done indeed.
|Posted by Ava Blu on 02/04/11 at 05:54 PM|
Your first line is just phenomenal and the rest, of course, did not disappoint. I'm glad you come back to us. (Yes, I mean 'come'.)
|Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 02/24/11 at 02:05 PM|
what a way to finish it up! awesome piece