I know who you are
Prince of peace
Silver hot pants in
your go-go stance
Sideburns like the
canals of Hollywood
Florida
And cash to match
the trash you left
that full moon eve
when you laid me
on my room-mate’s
futon
bare naked our hearts
leapt into icy waters
yet yours resurfaced
while mine sank into
the bottomless void:
the marathon I ran
that summer night
backwards
Where is he now? I have the silver mini.
Let’s ask the poet a question:
How does line 1 serve to enhance this poem?
Tutu: Your question seems fairly self-explanatory. Is it not possible for you to figure it out for yourself? That is a major gift about any literature, poetry or otherwise. The reader gets to interpret his/her own point-of-view, just as the writer might as well in creating the piece. Why not just attempt to enjoy this poem for what it is, AS IT IS.
I feel that!
MMMMMMMMMM sideburns like the canals of Hollywood, Florida.. WOOF..
pool boy