Letters Build Up Like Dust

Letters Build Up Like Dust

A Poem by Jonny Teevee

Tipped, a plastic bottle spills
Its pale pink pills, each escape,
escaped over-the-counter,
Burning bitterly in blood.

A laugh, choked off, spatters
against the mirror, where two
red-rimmed eyes stare vacantly
At the wet red teeth of death,

Smiling for four weeks in wait
While letters build up like dust;
No one knocks until the land-
Lord’s man comes about the bill.

That fine suit was not so fine
When he left, brown and bitter,
Dripping down-chin just like that
Dry black laugh on the mirror.

© 2009 Jonny Teevee


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CREEPY! Here I thought I was going to be reading about a sad love story or something, but no... VAMPIRES? At least I think thats what this was about. Maybe I'm super tired.
*I especially like the combo of lines two and four in the last stanza.
*The strength of your poem lies in stanzas two and four.
*The Last line of stanza one rubs me the wrong way for some reason.
"Burning Bitterly in Blood"
Perhaps the alliteration just seemed too forced.



Posted 17 Years Ago



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Added on January 15, 2009

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Jonny Teevee
Jonny Teevee

Kansas City, MO



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I was born on Saturday, January 4th, 1986, the same day as Louis Braille, Sir Isaac Newton, and Emperor Zhezong of the Song Dynasty in China, not to mention hundreds of millions of others whose lives .. more..