White

by Missing Angel Juan   Nov 2, 2004


The sun can't sleep 'till late
Cooling sugar melts with
Frozen calcium on the boardwalk
White shirts swimming in sticky sweat
Heavy breathing of dancing sun rays
Skins darken with beautious grace
Late nights out, warmth in the air
Dive head first into a glass of next day regrets
Responsibilities are left out the door
Vomit ridden parties
Impervious to the sunshine
'till Mr Cold nibbles on ears and noses
Can you smell the pH 7 chlorine?

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  • 19 years ago

    by SCARECROW

    Love it so much that I came back to read it again. Awesome.

  • 19 years ago

    by SCARECROW

    Honestly, Dorian, how DO you make sense with such senseless inscriptions? You weave such pretty tales. Definetely a five here, but you deserve more for your talent.

  • 20 years ago

    by Flea

    ur poems are so surreal and abstract
    they totally rock
    i really lurve 'em
    well...
    keep scribblin'
    catch ya