Glory, nailed against her
in the dusk
she is champagne
and froths my larynx
but but i can only
melt
into the bitter sweet
extravagance of her
listen,
the stars creak on their hinges,
an early morning pepper
as heavy as my eyelids
they fall and droop and drop
success
she is a curtain
and blocks my eyes
from light? dark too,
she pulses through
a slinky chocolate silk
she dodges heat
she is hiding behind my teeth.
An immigrant,
husky and intoxicated
she is a strong champagne
and I long to watch her
bubble.
















Comments
Except the word larynx.
Way too technical, without being specific enough, somehow. I'm thinking larynx; voice box? frothy voice box? how's that exactly? is that even what larynx really means? I thought I read different somewhere...
and I'm definitely out of your poem by that point.
I'd also wonder if you need the "a" in "she is a strong champagne." But a great last verse all the same.
Good stuff. Seriously.
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Ice cream.
I'm a little bit of a science nerd, I was kinda drunk when I wrote this, so I'm guessing the science nerd leaked out all over the poem.
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Ice cream.
Well done on the UA feature
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Critiquing someone's prose or poetry is an awesome thing to do.
But- UA feature? Feel free to call me every variation of 'n00b' under the sun, but UA? Fill me in? I wasn't aware I was featured on anything O: But hey, if I got featured, who am I to complain? Lmao.
That's made a previously crappy day very lovely! Frickin' dentist.. [grumbles]
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