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It's funny they called you lifeless!
by Johnny CrimsonWe feverishly fucked the sweat from our bodies
as it lept into the air
and huddled in the far corner of the room
Tongues were entering heated surfaces
only to be squeezed until you could'nt take it anymore
The walls painted pictures I could not focus on
I saw a hunched man with a lantern
carrying bundles of sticks
I saw that dragon from sleeping beauty
and what appeared to be a dead body
I saw the splender of your eyes as I held them open
All she saw was the headlights of my car as it hit her
two hours prior
08/19/2007 Posted on 08/19/2007
Copyright © 2025 Johnny Crimson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 08/20/07 at 04:12 AM Just some really outstanding, brutally visual imagery. I loved it. |
| Posted by Anne Boulender on 08/24/07 at 02:31 AM i wrote a poem a few years ago with the line: you were the oncoming headlights....
its not the same thing, but i can pretend there was a collusion with gr8ness! |
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