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Click heredamn it, it’s mine
a tangy taste, a shadow
dusk of skin and eyes
I own, but the word...
you sucked it up
like a sponge, chilled
in your toxic martini
of cleverly twisted
phrases – look here
that branch won’t
grow your direction
not for awhile
...use of the olive tree. The olive, the twist in the martini and then the olive branch of peace - not ready to be offered.
Clever work - a five.
A two olive 'tini for the Gibson man (old C/W song).
I can see this one graphically displayed in the shape of a martini glass.
Clever words,
maybe too clever to be clear as gin??
or perhaps
a touch too much
vermouth
the other two posters. I don't understand it all, but I
love it and I'm glad it wasn't me who screwed up. Men
can often screwup and never know why. Thats the way I read
this short wonderful work.
I cant say just why, but this really hit me this morning..like someone is being told, you screwed up, its my turn, go away...I really like this poem... good job laelia :)
i can feel the emotion here even if i'm not quite sure what its about
; )