Turn Four of a Roller Derby

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

A conversation finds an unusual form of beauty.

Turn Four at the Roller Derby
I sat on the edge of danger
as I heard the words
she was a raging cunt
swim into my ears.
The sweet voice carrying
this vulgar verbiage aroused
a tingling sensation in my brain,
and I pivoted myself to see
what truly was a beautiful vessel.
She turned to me,
sorry sometimes I get a bit vulgar.
That’s ok, we all should,
I smiled back.
 What she didn’t know
as we sat so close to rollergirls
that our hands would be crushed
if we laid them on the floor
was that I was a word man,
and to a word man
‘raging cunt’
could shake my very soul.

Submitted: July 29, 2009

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I'm smiling at this my second read through.

Thu, July 30th, 2009 2:39pm


Definitely out of the box thinking.
You come off strong and powerful with a cohesive voice throughout the poem.
Your word choice was clever and I think you get the message across without much pondering. Direct.
I loved the last five sentences.

Thu, November 12th, 2009 6:17am

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