As a kid I remember seeing imprints of leaves on cement streets.
As an adult
gum sticks on the sidewalk,
outside dirty bars and playhouses
cigarettes burn.
The fickle camaraderie stare,
you are there.
Blonde hair.
Horses mane, makeup pristine, you’re shining.
Crowd surrounds, she smiles.
looks down.
Your soul, its no mystery at all.
Clone copy of every other broad,
that never liked to look at books,
but magazines featuring lives of celebrities.
Tell me you like Plath, Ginsberg, the clarinet of Benny Goodman and
will you walk for miles with me and arrive no where?
Seems its frightening to just be.
Without reserve, I had the nerve to let go.
The lives of silly girls;
I explored it, got bored with it.
Very important persons sitting,
awaiting anything.
lana turner photo
July 10th, 2012 at 3:17 am
if you like sylvia plath try anne roiphe’s “art & madness”
- gina
http://scissorandthread.wordpress.com
July 11th, 2012 at 3:16 am
nice, ill check it out!
July 10th, 2012 at 11:57 am
“awaiting anything” …Beautiful as awalys <3
July 11th, 2012 at 3:16 am
thanks!
July 14th, 2012 at 10:14 am
Your words are absolutely captivating.
August 12th, 2012 at 5:08 am
This somewhat reminded me of a Dorothy Parker poem…
Why is it, when I am in Rome,
I’d give an eye to be at home,
But when on native earth I be,
My soul is sick for Italy?
And why with you, my love, my lord,
Am I spectacularly bored,
Yet do you up and leave me- then
I scream to have you back again?
Dorothy Parker, On Being A Woman
November 11th, 2012 at 5:35 am
Brings back memories of past girlfriends, it’s nice to be able to look back and know you’re so much better off now. Wonderful work <3