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Golden Depression-ism

February 14, 2010
By alexisdevonne GOLD, Johnson City, Tennessee
alexisdevonne GOLD, Johnson City, Tennessee
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Favorite Quote:
"first rule of fight club, don't talk about fight club"

He’s Sin City
Eyes flashing like neon signs
Where hired floozies pay for next meals
White Charade with burnt toasted salmon on Chinese washed ceramic plates

Your reflection in everything
From closed car doors
Metallic stilettos
Seventies disco balls

Water over blood washed
Guilt hid in dirty cuticles
And lipsticked knuckles

You’re …
Cardigan sweaters
White wine and silk ties
Outdated class rings
Jewel-less fed with depression

The opposite
A cool breath
Calloused touch
Literature, poetry, philosophy
Scaled by you
Where independent variables are heart strings
That you pull
But never love

Never commitment
White reading wine and gold glass slippers
A prince charming – with too much charm
Disappearing with white washed morals
Into clock hands and rabbit holes
Gambling love like poker chips
Afraid to keep your hand

ivory teeth in cryptic smiles
Shy, high cheek bones
Talent wrapped in fake philosophy
Cryptic touches, riddled poetry

Free verse stuck in tree lines
With air heads, love dogs, and grand pianoed poetry

Unique in deep cologne
Big buttons
Venti sized dark black mochas
With white milk and diced sugar
… Like your jokes

That’s what she said
With subways
Cute meets cunning
‘Darling dearest’
True loves kiss

A Heizinburgh particle
Not knowing what you want
Which chip I am
Which pawn I hold on your elicit chessboard

A player, play-ee

With needed love
Theoretical theatrical philosophy
Skinny jeans, brown eyes, her hair, and silver rings

Dancing behind your passes and coal coffee breath

Summer days
Guitar lines
Sylvia, Sexton, and oven cyanide
In muddled words
30 Rock, Chuck, and dull entertainment

Half written prose
In sea green eyes
Lost in muddled words

Need you
Need me

College ‘I love yous’
Dedicated poetry
Thick stanzas and slanted words
Femininity, ballet dresses

That smile
Never a kiss
Never two tongues for midnights promise
For one body
Never signed dedication
Or roused lips

Live it
For you
For time

Time…is a moment, sir

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lemon GOLD said...
on Feb. 21 2010 at 1:08 am
lemon GOLD, Kula, Hawaii
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Favorite Quote:
"every word was once a poem."

i really find this beautiful.