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pith
by Ginette T Bellecold tuesday afternoons
sweep around me - always
like the center of a blue zepher
i pace the streets of royalty
skin smelling like vanilla cake
and foraging for some sort of meaning
in a lite turkey sandwich
because just filling
is just jelly
sickeningly sweet, empty calories 11/18/2003 Author's Note: does this sound finished?
Posted on 11/18/2003
Copyright © 2025 Ginette T Belle
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 12/08/03 at 11:26 PM Savory little piece that expresses unique observations with vibrant imagery that you can taste and smell. Great read. |
| Posted by Kristine Briese on 12/10/03 at 09:43 PM I'm with Max. "Edible" imagery, if I may say. |
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