so you say I broke your mold, or stole it off
to Everest for a ceaseless climb
Every man thinks I’m someone
else, might as well be
Marilyn, your mother in a red silk nothing
touch of something
Might as well, if the weather’s right,
for being in between
the ghost of other women
on a cake of white icing.
An open road with green and white
alarm clock signs
gently reminding you that it’s never your bedtime
If the shoe fits,
strip yourself naked and empty
the contents of your eyes.
Invite Freud to the wedding,
and make it black tie.
If the shoe fits,
it’s likely that the shoe aint’ mine.
If the shoe fits,
check it at the door.
5 comments:
My oh my, this is amazing. It flows wonderfully, and on first read.
"Every man thinks I’m someone
else, might as well be
Marilyn, your mother in a red silk nothing
touch of something"
Love it!
Hannah. Your words continue to blow me away. I've always been a fan of who you are and what you can do, so keep it up. And drop me a line sometime, for goodness sake! (Pronounce that last word like the Japanese alcoholic beverage and then let's go have some.)
"and make it black tie"
I love that line. Nice poem.
@The Scrybe- Thank you, thank you. Also, your comment on my main blog made my day.
@Emily - Way to have me craving sake (with you, obvisously) at 11 a.m.
@PO Thanks! I'm glad you like it.
The proverbs might be misplaced, but you breathe much needed life into them. It all ties together perfectly.
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