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Fickle cocktails
Contributed by
fortunesdancer
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Friday, 19th August 2011 @ 05:43:47 PM in AEST
Topic:
ambiguous
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Little twist of lemon
Rind of the lime
Pour over poison
On crushed ice
Bring the on the wine
Rouge lips alive like summer
In a hazy night
Theres lipstained love letters
And scrawled numbers
Heats in the hotel
Hallways a flame
Cocaine in the street below
And a whispered. Game
Razor kisses on martini glass
Tongue to a toothpick
Fingertips on the gun
And a smile on her hip
A tango shuffles feet
Cards for the pigs
And a man
Wired live
Without a beat
Copyright ©
fortunesdancer
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2011-08-19 17:43:47]
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Re: Fickle cocktails
(User Rating: 1 )
by FlintHunter on
Monday, 19th September 2011 @ 03:12:04 PM AEST
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'Fickle cocktails' is indeed ambiguous, but there is a straightforwardness to it that can't be denied. We
are certainly in a saloon -- a bar -- and we certainly have drinks, love, and danger... and reality. The poem is a painting. Vivid colors. Heavy, quick, strokes of the brush. Abstract perspective. Dark and bright. Piercing.
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Re: Fickle cocktails
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by EzekialJeremiah on
Saturday, 10th December 2011 @ 04:11:44 PM AEST
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| I am uncharacteristically rather speechless. I don't know whether to make a cocktail or run to AA. Thank you for the provoking poem. Loved it!!! |
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