Tomorrow's For Sale

by N J Thornton   Oct 15, 2006


A tipped bottle on the windowsill
next to the wine cascade,
overlooked by the half --
(empty) -- moon.
The cat that painted autumn
upon the trees, forgot me, instead,
green turned straight
into naked bark.

Yet, pleading prestige is
ironic like the speech made
by a cartoon character.
It must be humoured
like a neon kiss
from a stranger,
and then discarded
with the sketchy magazine.

Hushed away,
with the spilt fruit juices,
mopped up by my
dirty smile
(hidden up my sleeve.)
Usually, I leave
the muddle for the morn'.
But, tomorrow is for sale.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Rocky

    You say you want honesty. then fine.your poems are very pretty. they almost Sparkle. There is alot of unusual words and imagry used in it. superficialy it is a good poem. it almost conceals the fact that it really says nothing at all. or makes no sense. I mean what does a cat have to do with autumn, or forgetting you?

    Another thing i noticed in a couple of your other poems is that you have a tendency to describe a scene in too much detail. use a few of the right words instead. and the readers mind will colour the picture in itself
    Rocky
    Love is the law. Love under will.

  • 17 years ago

    by umbra

    An awesome use of imagery once again! I think you just have a way with descriptive words. If only I knew what you were describing! x.x

  • 17 years ago

    by Brittany C

    Very good poem. That is fairly easy to understand. This poem also has great rhythm and form. Please keep the great work. You are a great poet:) 5/5

  • 18 years ago

    by Robie Lincer

    I love the way you write your poems!!!
    its amazing... and the flow was good too

  • 18 years ago

    by Michael D Nalley

    This poem is very profound ...as always I love the way your free verse flows

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