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Room Temperature Vodka
Contributed by
Invierno
on
Monday, 26th January 2015 @ 05:46:52 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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Room temperature vodka
reminds me of sweaty meanderings
on the banks of the Mississippi
as the money of New Orleans,
in high towers and views and coolness
see dots and specks (one of them me)
populate the city they mold for better or worse.
Would they come down to me?
In Chinos and cotton (Egyptian of course)
making mockery of the humidity soaking
the first floor people they never see,
they may look upon them, but (me),
as an object- perhaps, exclaiming in delight,
Hey, that would make a fine painting!
The divide of Ralph Lauren and Salvation Army clothes
goes so far beyond the thread count
one hardly knows-
I prefer the sweat, the drip the concrete to
the comfy chair on the 20th floor-
there's no enticement for me to abandon my soul
for the niceties of such- Oh, wretched, soulless bore.
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Invierno
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2015-01-26 17:46:52]
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Re: Room Temperature Vodka
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by deadheadpoet on
Monday, 26th January 2015 @ 05:55:35 PM AEST
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| I like this...a lot. Great imagery. Feet in the dirt is good thing. Good write. |
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