Been seein Jackie Onassis,
stalking a million ruts
into the floorboards of
a tired motel room,
that faithless smile comin on,
like velvet angels wailin
Kingdom Come
The salesman on the bed stretches, looks on with ruthless cool.
& she, that darling little Imposition-
all predator's eyes
just hollering that
hungry look my way-
snarls
So you think you're a fucking star?
Then why don't you follow that thing
all the way East, baby, & let
the kid in the manger see you shine














Comments
two things:
should it be "she snarls"?
The baby felt sort of forced. It could be left in but I think it would work fine without it, as well.
I don't really like the bit in the parenthesis. I think that could be removed altogether. Maybe rephrasing it a bit, it's sort of odd how it goes from first to third person.
Otherwise this is as smooth as can be.
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"The ending is brilliant. Seriously. I might get that inscribed on my casket someday so God will understand."
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"The ending is brilliant. Seriously. I might get that inscribed on my casket someday so God will understand."
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i'll stop the world and melt with you
you've seen the difference
and it's getting better all the time
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suture
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Hide the past!
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Hide the past!
yay i missed you
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when she walked, her knees cracked like a pick-up truck driving full-force over a deer carcass.
~stupidvagina
(crits? What do you hate the most?)
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I've changed this up a little since I originally posted it (lost a few words, gained a few, changed line breaks). Looking at it now, what parts do you dislike the most?
Thanks, homie.
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Your feelings about the bit in the parentheses is definitely spot-on; it seemed a little disjointed, so I just moved it to the middle of the poem instead. Seems to fit a lot better, there.
Thanks for an excellent comment
PS I've owed you some comments for a long time now. Look for them soon.
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