by annaswirls
Feels like a period piece
Running from the late 50s
Till the late 70s;
Love that pack of mints image;
Can see him now, bored to tears
In a useless meeting
Pulling out a mint to breathe deeply
While inaneness washes over him
With no effect...
Sid and Nancy,
Head between your knees
I have the vapours
Breath mint, if you please
I need a cigarette
..which has nothing to do with your poem but sounds a lot more earthy than panties in this situation. A good solid Anglo-Saxon word I presume and a cultural preference. Your poem made me realise I want to carry a trophy around of a young lover like a pack of mints.
Beautifully whimsical and nostalgic.
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I like the repeated lines, which establish a rhythm all their own. Remarkable!