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so polite
by Vikki Owenscut my hands
on the burnt ends,
paper wrappers
and jilted eyes,
even you
do escape these lies
when i tell them
with forked tongues
and plastic knives.
i couldnt tell you
but you were drowning
you couldnt shout it
but it sounded frozen
a jabbering wretch
i wouldnt cast a line
would you have cast a rope to me?
blame is the only
flag of time,
watch faces only
tick off the why's,
but even if i knew you now,
we'd only be polite. 10/05/2011 Posted on 10/06/2011
Copyright © 2024 Vikki Owens
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 10/06/11 at 07:11 AM I don't want to go to this picnic! MFS
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| Posted by Mo Couts on 10/06/11 at 09:10 AM Sometimes being this polite hurts far worse than being rude. It cuts in a way that only niceties under strained circumstances can. I love this, Vikki. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 10/06/11 at 10:26 PM "Forked tongues and plastic knives." That's just awesome. Another great one. |
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