Since then you’ve ground
my sincerity like
an old smoke under your heel, scoffed
my legwork aside like a
used crutch and
stared clear past Favor to
fault, kicked me from bottom
rung to the
floor, and cringed at my
britches even as i
filled them out, even
throwing that shirt off my
back in my face when you felt sufficiently
warmed by
another, then tossing it around
the next Namedroppers support
group, all the
while filling my
passenger side so snugly, window
down, soft
hand wafting in the
wind stream (as when we
shared your
lizard kiss) . I stood
what you’re doing apart
from what you
call your doing & you, jealous of
all who ain't
you, sucking in just to
blow off, plopped my
Words like a loaded trash can on
my chest, as I lay,
waiting.
Still, when I look at
the pic you sent I see
Beauty in those eyes.
The pic gives you all the view you want.Keep em coming Cretan.
i think it can speak for all manner of victim, of all manner of abuse.
This is a great piece Chris. Love the way you break the stanzas so the reader is forced to continue each sentence without a pause. And Ivan's right about the concept of beauty apart from the mere physical. The woman who refuses to charge her abusive partner would understand... love, Allie xxxxxxxxx
WOW...What a nice inspiration from a Picture you can take and write about! Thanks for pooring your heart out here!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The problem arises, Chris, when you rely on pictures to get your information about a person, and not on good old-fashioned human contact! Then, you may see beauty in those eyes on the picture, but the reality you 'live' with them maybe quite different, 'cause some people tend to show their good side on pictures...Just don't be fooled! Good job with this one, Chris. CeCe