Billow MAG

October 5, 2011
By crux1 GOLD, Inez, Kentucky
crux1 GOLD, Inez, Kentucky
14 articles 4 photos 3 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Some feel the rain, others just get wet." -Bob Dylan.
"What kind of beast would turn it's life into words?" - Adrienne Rich


There lay a cigarette graveyard in the dash
Gas chugged through to the exhaust
Smoke in and out of lungs digging fewer graves
While I pester the plastic like uneasy dirt that won't budge
Brown worn leather loafers clogged up to some means
Then parted like a big brown crinkled sea
Imagined worlds through various lenses under dappled light
Through them, swimming two arms of a weak 10-year-old boy
I saw her, standing with faded blue jeans, and a cup of cappuccino
A sloth of froth, down the front
Candy mountains and lemonade seas, coal piles, and freezing veins
Chased through fields of snow, and piles of pleasurable mangled wounds
They leaked onto the floorboards upsetting the quiet with a racket
The clang of the only pen heard dropping
Cashmere veneer dermis coat, I put both hands on it
While my mother told me to slow down before
Cobbling me into gray before I've even hit 20
Strings of ashes on stinging skin, defiling a sturdy color
A plastic hole gouged out but still perfect like skin always was



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crux1 GOLD said...
on Oct. 9 2011 at 11:16 am
crux1 GOLD, Inez, Kentucky
14 articles 4 photos 3 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Some feel the rain, others just get wet." -Bob Dylan.
"What kind of beast would turn it's life into words?" - Adrienne Rich

Thank you so much! You've made my day.

on Oct. 8 2011 at 6:53 pm
TheHangingGirl BRONZE, Winter Haven, Florida
1 article 1 photo 250 comments

Favorite Quote:
"Poets utter great and wise things that they themselves can not comprehend."

outstanding! This has a check and no comment-yet? The editors really should put this in the magazine!!!!


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