Wednesday, April 25, 2012

National Poetry Month 30 Poems in 30 Days Challenge, Poem #19


There was a girl named Marianne,
  built like a coffee cup
  stained by too many fill-ups and chipped like a heart
and we slumped together on swiveling bar stools
  atop plastic cushions that gave no comfort
  bolted to the floor by the weight of our soles.

We would laugh, until I left her,
  those high long trills meant to push at the night
  at the neon lights and the small city noise
and we washed the fear back down our throats
  with flavorless meals fried and black burnt coffee
  salted waiting with wishes and swallowed.

1 comment:

  1. That's cool that you're doing this, and thanks for the vote of confidence over at the Record of the Month. It's awesome to be able to connect with another writer, FINALLY.

    Keep up the poetry and keep being rad!