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galaxyofentities Jun 2018
Holly Golightly
galaxyofentities
Jun 2018
It wasn't personal
That's who i am
a holly golightly
terrified- of cages, of commitment, of things that held up a mirror
things that reminded me how ugly i can be
Holly Golightly had her tiffanys
me? I had my 3:00am coffee and the 7 o clock train-
steams, rails, and I'm gone.
That's who i am
a holly golightly
terrified- of cages, of commitment, of things that held up a mirror
things that reminded me how ugly i can be
Holly Golightly had her tiffanys
me? I had my 3:00am coffee and the 7 o clock train-
steams, rails, and I'm gone.
Reece AJ Chambers Aug 2014
Golightly
Reece AJ Chambers
Aug 2014
At one
with the wind
in a midnight dress
a necklace
dripped around her throat
like raindrops
I didn’t buy
but should have
and
how she adored
the water-lily pond
I’d paint her
in delicious shades
myriad colours
but only an image
in the end
static
solid complete
now
heading
to Bemelmans
down Fifth Avenue
she dances
a dragonfly
in the winter dark
I catch her
twirl her
and the trees
don’t seem so empty
savour her voice
like fine caviar
study the liquid flow
of her legs
heels clicking on cobbles
my left foot
twists
and I wobble
breathe in her laugh
a detour
a walk into the park
skips along
snow-sieved paths
her hair
a merry jazz
in the bitter air
the strangers
think we are weird
and we find Alice
motionless in moonlight
a kiss on a cheek
sway circularly
until everything
smashes into a blur
and we spill
giggle like kids
seventeen again
can’t drink enough
of the evening
I ended up
in Wonderland
with the wind
in a midnight dress
a necklace
dripped around her throat
like raindrops
I didn’t buy
but should have
and
how she adored
the water-lily pond
I’d paint her
in delicious shades
myriad colours
but only an image
in the end
static
solid complete
now
heading
to Bemelmans
down Fifth Avenue
she dances
a dragonfly
in the winter dark
I catch her
twirl her
and the trees
don’t seem so empty
savour her voice
like fine caviar
study the liquid flow
of her legs
heels clicking on cobbles
my left foot
twists
and I wobble
breathe in her laugh
a detour
a walk into the park
skips along
snow-sieved paths
her hair
a merry jazz
in the bitter air
the strangers
think we are weird
and we find Alice
motionless in moonlight
a kiss on a cheek
sway circularly
until everything
smashes into a blur
and we spill
giggle like kids
seventeen again
can’t drink enough
of the evening
I ended up
in Wonderland
Written: August 2014.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time, and another in the ongoing city series (the last of which was '$2.65'). The title comes from the character Holly Golightly from the novella/movie Breakfast at Tiffany's. 'Golightly' is intended as a slight play on words in this instance. The poem however is not about the character, and like most of my recent works, is not based on real events. Feedback always welcome and appreciated.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time, and another in the ongoing city series (the last of which was '$2.65'). The title comes from the character Holly Golightly from the novella/movie Breakfast at Tiffany's. 'Golightly' is intended as a slight play on words in this instance. The poem however is not about the character, and like most of my recent works, is not based on real events. Feedback always welcome and appreciated.
Mike Jewett
Feb 2015
maple-cured, smoked, rawhide hands,
tarantula hands bulldozing rice onto
tines like an icebreaker ramming through
glacial bergs, Holly
Golightly on the tv, on
mute, and oh those hips,
that figure, in that black dress,
banana hands cracking Alaskan king
crablegs and ******* the juice and eating
the meat, legs spindly and hairy
and soaked in butter, dripping,
liver cooking, roasting, sloshed on gin,
cribbage board patinaed
in dust, he eats his liver, downs
another gin, cracks another leg, crab
hair caught in his teeth, Holly talking about
getting the mean reds but he can’t
hear it, his luck run out,
his luck a prize from a box of ******* Jack,
and the snarling throb in his head,
cinderblock face, cinderblock house,
3-day-stubble, has he had enough (to drink)?
not by the stubble of his
chinny-chin-chin,
liver is gone, crab is gone,
so he eats the eyes,
dowsing his ******* Jacks
in gin, yesterday wine-in-a-box
and Cheez-****, sprayed right into his
unbrushed maw, a one-person wine-
and-cheese fête classy as it gets,
he’s Mister High Society,
Cheez-**** crust in his stubble,
and a cinderblock CRASHES to the floor and it’s
lights out, and Holly, still no one
to hear her, saying
she’ll never let anyone put her in a cage.
tarantula hands bulldozing rice onto
tines like an icebreaker ramming through
glacial bergs, Holly
Golightly on the tv, on
mute, and oh those hips,
that figure, in that black dress,
banana hands cracking Alaskan king
crablegs and ******* the juice and eating
the meat, legs spindly and hairy
and soaked in butter, dripping,
liver cooking, roasting, sloshed on gin,
cribbage board patinaed
in dust, he eats his liver, downs
another gin, cracks another leg, crab
hair caught in his teeth, Holly talking about
getting the mean reds but he can’t
hear it, his luck run out,
his luck a prize from a box of ******* Jack,
and the snarling throb in his head,
cinderblock face, cinderblock house,
3-day-stubble, has he had enough (to drink)?
not by the stubble of his
chinny-chin-chin,
liver is gone, crab is gone,
so he eats the eyes,
dowsing his ******* Jacks
in gin, yesterday wine-in-a-box
and Cheez-****, sprayed right into his
unbrushed maw, a one-person wine-
and-cheese fête classy as it gets,
he’s Mister High Society,
Cheez-**** crust in his stubble,
and a cinderblock CRASHES to the floor and it’s
lights out, and Holly, still no one
to hear her, saying
she’ll never let anyone put her in a cage.