Hawaii Limo Exit.
March 30, 2009 at 6:15 pm | Posted in memoirs, poetry, writing | 7 CommentsTags: Mamu, memoirs, poetry, three card, writing
If you don’t play for high stakes it’s never more than jewellery and empty scented envelopes, she says.
Every story needs a bad guy, I just wanted it most.
Oh escapes some rounded sweet pink lips,
I’ve never been on a literal red carpet before.
You don’t spend five years inside for having a big mouth
without turning learning taking a trick or two hanging up the phone
stubbing out another obvious cigarette prop.
Never mind my dear his arm around her waist
and never fear, when backlit by a spotlight moon,
and Mamu accelerates away
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This is very playful, visual, full of tactile images that bring it to life. I like it. Good to see Mamu again too.
Comment by harmonie22— March 30, 2009 #
yes good to hear from mamu again. there is such a lovely sound to this poetry; it sort of cascades and is delicate but also tells a story and i enjoy that. good to come around here for once, its been too long
Comment by mrs. sarah ott— March 31, 2009 #
Here here!
Loved the sentiments!
Comment by crushedsghost— March 31, 2009 #
Absolutely love the opening line, it applies to so many things.
“when backlit by a spotlight moon” ~ my newest dream state, thank you!
Comment by la lunatique— April 1, 2009 #
A great ride Paul. The spotlight moon is shining on you.
Comment by gnunn— April 2, 2009 #
My favorite line. “Every story needs a bad guy, I just wanted it most.” As if we are the sole orchestrators of our own image and lives. And maybe we are.
Comment by medicatedlady— April 3, 2009 #
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