by Decayed Angel
and this line just knocks me out.
"the cigarette
settled onto the ash tray, it’s final embers
lighting her breasts in an inviting sheen."
I asked for a half dozen oysters with my forgotten dreams and you served them beautifully.
...to your poem the other day. There are a number of really good images/phrases in the poem. "stars dimming / as the door closed and the cigarette / settling onto the ash tray" I think is especially vivid.
"Caney" confuses me a bit. Not too much, as I am assuming I don't really need to know any particulars—I assume this is a generic name? "gravel blares" is also a bit confusing, but I assume this is metaphoric—evoking a deep throated singer in the club.
"it's" in L17 should be "its" I think.
Nice poem.
i've never been to the specific area you are describing but i can relate to it through other geographical areas. your imagery and language are 'full' and i enjoyed reading this poem.
this is a great poem. It took me there and thats the most you can ask of any poem. :)