Half-and-half & nostalgia in mine
170. October 21, 2010 (thurs., after the witching hour still out singing/being bday noisy with TOys & then thurs. after i woke up - day-in, vaudevillian study hall!)
Creep out the garden gate
To all tomorrow's fondess
Shit, someone got the flower girl
Drunk, wreathlet askew in all these photos
Fear is not endearing, a little wine blush
On the knees, dandelion smile
The cork-pop and laughter over the tear
-jerker toast, something shiny crunching underfoot
While dyed-to-match shoes rub identical
Blisters on the foxes fleeing the dance floor
That scene where "gin-pagne"
And knock-you-on-your-ass applejack
Have happened-- be glad the parties
You leave still exhale aftershave and warm
Frivolity, indoor parodies of drum circles
A kind of goosing, unlacing flirting
That sparky new pair in the coat closet
That old story smoking on the front stoop
Throw some stray petals (or lime wedges)
Over your left shoulder for luck
Tomorrow there won't be empty milk
Bottles waiting outside
poem in part inspired by the wonderful bitty floral wreath-let dangling ribbons my dear photog friend Justin Moore gifted me. pix of me being a drunk flower girl/flapperlet (it stays on even crooked) i'm sure will turn up. (past, present, future)
week25: 1, 2, 3
http://locksmithy.livejournal.com/tag/poem-a-day
http://poetesss.tumblr.com/PAD
Creep out the garden gate
To all tomorrow's fondess
Shit, someone got the flower girl
Drunk, wreathlet askew in all these photos
Fear is not endearing, a little wine blush
On the knees, dandelion smile
The cork-pop and laughter over the tear
-jerker toast, something shiny crunching underfoot
While dyed-to-match shoes rub identical
Blisters on the foxes fleeing the dance floor
That scene where "gin-pagne"
And knock-you-on-your-ass applejack
Have happened-- be glad the parties
You leave still exhale aftershave and warm
Frivolity, indoor parodies of drum circles
A kind of goosing, unlacing flirting
That sparky new pair in the coat closet
That old story smoking on the front stoop
Throw some stray petals (or lime wedges)
Over your left shoulder for luck
Tomorrow there won't be empty milk
Bottles waiting outside
poem in part inspired by the wonderful bitty floral wreath-let dangling ribbons my dear photog friend Justin Moore gifted me. pix of me being a drunk flower girl/flapperlet (it stays on even crooked) i'm sure will turn up. (past, present, future)
week25: 1, 2, 3
http://locksmithy.livejournal.com/tag/poem-a-day
http://poetesss.tumblr.com/PAD