Coming down with something
blame summer
point a finger at the city
worn-down pizzazz
drunk trumpets
and I hide in my coat
trees look better without leaves
is it just me?
see the sun bellow
into buildings
student affairs
like heat rash
bounce along hallways
foreign mumbo-jumbo
mishpelt words
they say *him met her
saw six pictures last night*
I haven’t met me
books know truth
not brunettes
good poetry
better than ***
they’re running running running away with it
between spritzers
and sandwiches
now snooze until Halloween
brown back in fashion
caught in the middle
piedra de aguacate
I handle guitars
they fiddle with women
now
let apple juice trickle
from my lips
and a man gets out a taxi
drops his phone
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 5:06 PM UTC
Coming down with something
blame summer
point a finger at the city
worn-down pizzazz
drunk trumpets
and I hide in my coat
trees look better without leaves
is it just me?
see the sun bellow
into buildings
student affairs
like heat rash
bounce along hallways
foreign mumbo-jumbo
mishpelt words
they say *him met her
saw six pictures last night*
I haven’t met me
books know truth
not brunettes
good poetry
better than ***
they’re running running running away with it
between spritzers
and sandwiches
now snooze until Halloween
brown back in fashion
caught in the middle
piedra de aguacate
I handle guitars
they fiddle with women
now
let apple juice trickle
from my lips
and a man gets out a taxi
drops his phone
Written: July 2014.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time, another dealing with the 'city', in contrast to my ongoing beach/sea series. Quite different from my normal style of work, and expect more in the future veering towards this style. NOT based on real events, although partially inspired by them. 'Piedra de aguacate' is Spanish for 'avocado stone.' Feedback appreciated as always.
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