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Click hereBeda waltzes like she doesn't care
which she doesn't do
to a four by four
fashion flare backbeat break
that rings from the black cones
of the new millennia's shamans
pushing holler like heroin
mass hysteria high
strobing new truths
through writhing hoard's
exhausted eyeballs
but Beda's lids are closed
and the thawing April sun
shines from a sky bluer than truth
on her inner girl
with grass between her toes
and all the pretty boys
dreaming themselves
in behind
the red striped wrapping
with sheer straps
she once loved
to slip off her shoulders
before she slipped
and tripped
trapped in descent
between crushing boulders
now a pale pearl string of yesterdays
holds hands
through rigor mortis and sheer stupidity
when reason shrieks as only reason can
unnoticed, ignored
from the corner of her
maligned mind
pretty please oh please
for the love of god let go
of has been
and watch your step
right now
but her attenuated attention span
speaks more than words
of footholds lost and robbed
so right now
in the anesthesia of overloads
Beda waltzes back to before
where maybe
if she closes her eyes long enough
and dreams of April
then maybe it was all a movie
or a rumor of a girl
who stumbled in May
to drown in August
Damn powerful. What would it be like to rewind to better parts - maybe fast forward over the bad ones or record something better altogether. Very deep, Liar. I enjoyed this one.
i have the advantage of having read your thread before i read the poem / i am not sure if the poem would have hit me in the same manner / i made an error not reading it first / in any case, it is well-done / very sharp writing
Waltzes are in 3/4 time-- the 3 step rewind refers to her desire to dance time in reverse. A closed-eye longing for simpler days, before her addiction to holler and hysteria blinds her to reason. I loved this poem, Liar.
If she had gone back three steps, then walked them again more carefully?
I love the story here. I think you may have given the reader a couple clues too many.
quite follow the story...but I could follow the emotion.
and that was powerful enough for me.
Thank you