Poetry / Golden Rings

Such and unfair trade,
My bleary-eyed honey-bride,
Our shotgun wedding has your father in fits.
Red licorice lips between warm whiskey sips,
Your prominent hips have twisted my wits.
I couldn’t escape if I wanted to,
Mother of a thousand graces and nameless faces,
What replaces this passion resigned?
Holding the rind of years left behind,
The ax that he grinds, the words underlined
Searching and searching but never to find
My sunshine baby, first lady of maybe-
We walked on clouds and lived in cars
We slept under stars and tables in bars
Hiding the scars in the nooks of our arms,
I can’t help but think that I took it too far.
Peppermint promise of forever and a half,
Oh, I thank God that today I can laugh.
Saccharine sins and deceptive grins;
The thin skinned twins and the infants within.
Hating everything we could,
Knowing everything we should about everything,
We would bathe in shallow springs,
The swallow sings of golden rings,
The hornet stings with more tangible things.
A bitter head holds a sour mouth,
The tinsel vows made tongue in cheek,
Our teak walled vessel, built to leak
Capsized desires, the fires burn weak.
I walked away from the altar,and
Tossed my ring to a beggar-
You couldn’t hide your swollen stomach
Beneath the frills of your dress,
The less I remember, the more I forget,
To let go forever would be for the best.

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November 15, 2005

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that was a great piece. powerful imagery and good word play, mixed with inspiration and pain. and it kind of sounds like a rap, which is a good thing. keep up the good work, kudos.