six months ago he said the hinge would break, & he didn't mean he didn't like my skin though a break-out ...i'm still open

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
a rustle of the conflict sounds sweeter

Submitted: December 02, 2011

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i close the door like my notebook gently
to not show the red spill on my page of face,
yet i look to the red cross-outs of bruno mars' lyric
with Mamma's watch ok,
because just as my complexion
his instruments can clear up to the simple things,

short-term for what's calmed
& three minutes of a good choice of bruno's,
and long-term of where acne's nodule studio
& culture is not the strum place
for me or bruno mars to pick

like if bruno were scratching
at the wooden box facet of guitar (and me at my guilt)
rather than his strums with clear nourishing dip like standard
yet not scary as bridge
but rather he can be soothing in those lines (even for me,)

and there may be the door
of ironically dramatized solotude
to write for bruno silently
with Daddy like the wind
pulling on the passage
& pen of homey content focus with bruno,
but i want to take advantage of the entranceways
that don't close by breeze with Mamma
& supervision sensitively over bruno mars and other things,
maybe the porchstep one is affected by gust
but others past surface with bruno are stable.

 

 

 

 


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