Token

By thanksfortheparakeets@gmail.com

Mon, 24 Sep 2012
  • 1935 reads
11 comments
 

you smell
distinct: dried blood, stale beer, dirty clothes
your liver gripes and pushes it out
through your pores.

I'm trying. Jittery token gestures
eye contact. Dole them out:
tobacco and papers
cheerful, breezy, anonymous
wrestling and losing
sprained, confused
what did I mean when I said human?

my mascara and heels are stupid and awkward
and I am a coward
trotting off to the exit
to party, to laugh loudly
at my own jokes
to flirt for the sake of it
to debunk the world of all its myths
with brandied rhetoric

out on the street
I haven't forgotten your scent
wondering, is that my heart beating
or the fragments of an inflated ego
shattered, rattling
inside a hollow chest?

Certificate U
Poem
London
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by jolono on
you smell distinct: dried blood, stale beer, dirty clothes your liver gripes and pushes it out through your pores. Wow what a start! Great stuff...

 

Submitted by blighters rock on
This describes the confusion really well.

 

Submitted by Sooz006 on
Cracking poem really enjoyed it.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Very much enjoyed, marion. Tina;-)

 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
A very creative piece of creative work, marion. Well done. Richard LP
Richard L. Provencher

Submitted by thanksforthepar... on
Hi belated thanks to you all for reading and commenting :)

 

Submitted by steve_elliott04 on
Brilliant work. To me, this poem is quite atmospheric, the contrast of the party and the street outside. Excellent use of language to portray the scene and your thoughts. Cheers. Steve

Submitted by thanksforthepar... on
Thanks for reading and commenting Steve, glad you found it atmospheric.

 

Submitted by scratch on
Yes Marion, I like this a lot too.

 

Submitted by thanksforthepar... on
Thankee scratch :)

 

Submitted by VeraClark on

If everything's torture inside, paint on a face and turn automaton.Know it so well - vividly conveyed.