Blood and Sand

A girl, as usual,
presses earnestly past
elbows and anecdotes
armchairs and a******s.
This is not a poem about her.

She's looking for me. I'm a
ghost when I need to be:
along with my wit and
good looks, it's my best quality.
This is not a poem about me.

She's usually dressed in red.
Tonight, I have found a blonde
who still thinks my scars
are pretty to trace.
This is a poem about the blonde.

He tells me I am carelessly elegant.
He says I write like the wind blows;
freely, and simply.
He likes how I drink my whiskey
(neat, on the rocks) and
he admires how I smoke my weed
(copiously, to cope).

The girl in red hunts still. I am
haunted. I am deserving of
all that befalls me. I can
think of nothing but
escape -
and still, the blonde murmurs in my ear,
whispers like waves on a
far-off shore.

Reviews

[Delmar Cooper]

So often I read words, purported to be poetry or art or worthy of electrons and ink that aren't any of those. "Poster Art" which is no art at all. This post involved and intrigued this reader this time. This was an "E ticket" ride. Thanks, lets do it again.

[itsnoteoin]

thank you, friend. the pleasure is all mine.

[CD Campbell]

Routed to here by a friend whose opinion means a lot. I enjoyed this. Complex in its layout but easy to follow. Great work for someone so young. Stay away from the blonde though, I get too suspicious of people who overly flatter. CD

[itsnoteoin]

thank you dearly for the kind words.

[Emily B]

welcome! I was invited to your words for good reason. I will be back to visit you again :)

[Chris McKnight]

Welcome to Writers Cafe. This poem was a good read. Whatever you reflect here even regarding love or life. The highlight of it all comes through. Keep writing. Can't wait to see more and learn more about you and your work.

[itsnoteoin]

thank you. I hope to long overstay my welcome. :)

[W.k.kortas]

There is a long-ago Monty Python sketch (oh, before your time and ah, youth) which, in the introduction, talks about a couple at some length before abruptly informing us "but this is not about them", so you had me hooked right away. There is an undeniable felicity of language here, and it is clever, but not so that it is buried under it. Again, there is an admirable control and balance, which only serves to highlight the excellent use of the language.

[itsnoteoin]

as ever, you flatter me. thank you from my core.