Let's forget we're brothers
counting in the night
your morning mouth a
black apple burning.
Let's forget we're brothers
boxing at my wedding
women dust their yellow dance
on a gleaming new boat.
Let's forget we're brothers
and sing your tales of
ale and rust,
before the dark cape
sends the sky against us
with its chalkboard suns
and its suicidal shrimp
Let's forget to ask
who dialed away those
concrete doorstep Sundays,
you took my hand on
hammocked dreams
through the bragging trees,
left me reclining
in the corners of your eyes.
7 comments:
punchy opening and closing stanzas! and the middle is pretty solid.
i don't why you have a smiley face though... you are lame.
i do like this one though, especially the opening. uhhh!
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i like this a lot. i like how it concludes in a sort of devastating james wright-esque way. I also like suicidal shrimp. delicious delicious suicidal shrimp.
Thank yaw, thank yaw (meow). I like suicidal shrimp, too. And I will remove the smiley face.
there's something very touching about the women finding their yellow dance on a shiny boat... it all seems very cordial to me
i havent even read this yet...i just want to be an asshole and say innapropriate things
....it could have used a montage with boat painting.
..vagina
shit's weak, bri-bri
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