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Click hereSee my cool, black razor smile
and Amsterdam pure.
Demi-man, dram of God,
wrapped in Paris cuts,
as I walk among swans
in a peacock robe.
Blending in, sticking out,
under starlight and strobe.
I am a slide snide copycat
in silver dollar shoes.
I’ll trade my body in for style,
I crack a whip for your fears.
You won’t hear me coming up,
coming up to steal your sighs.
Under Judas and gin,
you will sing your goodbyes.
I sold my brother for blues,
I’ll sell your soul for a ride.
And soon, pretty soon,
you’ll be bidding it high.
So take a flight on my
cool, black razor wire.
Such a beautiful end
when a life is for hire.
and could almost hear music as that poem played in my head. Something smooth and cool and a little jazzy.
You write great lines that I wish I wrote:
I am a slide snide copycat
in silver dollar shoes.
This is something slick writing. I likes.
I read your poem, and... it is a poem, right? I have no idea what it is about. Thanks for the read.
...in both texture and sound.
I don't want to be a broken record, so for my thoughts, see the comments below.
I'd have loved an audio but it's a joy to read as is. Wild ride, Liar!
Tess
whores or Parisian whores?
I'n not sure if I'm reading it right but I've been told Berlin ones are best.
Great read and as Fly says, it should be read aloud.
bb
This is slam poetry at its finest-- it demands to be read aloud! It tastes so good going down that you don't even mind the poison in the words.
Excellent, Liar!
Fly