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Posted by Alysia Harris | Filed under Poetry, Print

ain’t
tasted
you or me
in a good while.
are we still salty
at the edge of our words?
no. eventually we all
forget what made us so gallant.
we stick to what we know, clichés like
kissing in the rain. shitting in the sunshine.
 
cran-
berry
juice and Sky.
buzzed off a blood
red sunset in a solo
cup. i fly that way solo
ego and liquid fire fuel
flushed, i am beautifully human
flesh on fire. don’t tell me how to burn.
 
i
burn like
a paper
airplane and light-
er in a bathroom
stall-ing age and pissing
away a dream. i can smoke
till the nicotine sings like Nat
King Cole way before my time. i don’t
know what he’s saying…just like how it sounds.
 
right
at noon,
speak easy
sounds like me. mute.
the liquor loses
its bite. glittering a
lone and stiff necked each bottle
crowded and cold shouldered. me in
between who i am, romance and sex
less love, the kind that’s already a sin.
 
for
fuck sake
don’t let me
drink tonight. i’ll
say something i might
mean. and it will sound like
nothing. i mean nothing, in
the quietest way possible.
(i wrote who i love down on my skin…
why keep writing when you’ll never read this?)

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4 Responses to “Untitled”

  1. Chloe Wayne Says:
    June 22nd, 2009 at 8:58 pm

    you stop it right now

  2. Shikora Says:
    July 8th, 2009 at 10:34 pm

    I love this poem I think ur an amazing poet and some of ur poems seem like ur talking to me

  3. Marion Says:
    July 9th, 2009 at 11:18 pm

    This is beautiful, i feel it.

  4. Justin Reilly Says:
    July 21st, 2009 at 1:38 pm

    ewwww! I love it!

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