the trumpet can only blow so far

Post by **Perdida** » November 9th, 2009, 3:23 am

it was during the time of my last cigarette
when you performed your songs for me
and let your dark horses bolt

that’s when you dream caught me
and tangled me into a baton-twirling bimbette
for your hip-hop acrobatics

but the vinyl can only take so much rubbin babe
and the trumpet can only blow so far

it’s the drum that keeps on beating
and the bitching always follows suit
like wings that scatter feathers
like an extravagant opus
with the makeup of strings
and those golden rings

that sit like kings and queens
on your fiddly fingers

they match your eyes
shifting always shifting
like a loosely fitted petticoat
that at the end of the day
crumples into a heap
like a tired old woman
onto the floor.

Post by **goldenmyst** » November 9th, 2009, 12:12 pm

I dig your beat. This is hip to the square of ten. Most excellent.

John

Post by **mtmynd** » November 9th, 2009, 12:34 pm

caught!

you expressed it
like you felt it
and that is how
it drives its depth
deep into the soul

thx, perdida... me gusta!

Post by mb » November 9th, 2009, 8:34 pm

s'cool...

Post by **K&D** » November 10th, 2009, 1:43 am

sweet! I've been looking for you perdida.

and I haven't been dissapointed, as usual your work seems to fit in so perfectly with how i see things, and things that are happening to me at the moment.

awesome writting, as always i love your stuff!

Post by **Perdida** » November 10th, 2009, 3:59 pm

John, thank you, so happy you dug it ( did i say that right?)

mtmynd...NO, muchas gracias!

Hey mb, thanks for the "cool"

K&D, thank you! s'bout time you got yurself back here. It's been a pleasure reading you.

Thanks all

m

Post by **hester_prynne** » November 10th, 2009, 11:18 pm

"shifting always shifting
like a loosely fitted petticoat"

I love that.
Poem really vibrates emotion.
Really good read
H

Post by **Perdida** » November 13th, 2009, 6:39 am

hester, thank you kindly ma'am.

Post by **the mingo** » November 13th, 2009, 11:31 am

Damn ! Ya put me in a tight spot. Damn ! And you're so far away. Damn ! Guess all I can do now is turn into a coyote and go hug a rattlesnake. Grrrr! Grrrr! Ya put the crunch in my toast this morning, I'll tell ya that. When I'm done with my snake hug I'm gonna go gnaw on a stone for awhile.

Post by **Perdida** » November 21st, 2009, 6:50 pm

Mr Mingo, smiling BIG. Love your reply, thank you!

Post by **constantine** » November 21st, 2009, 8:40 pm

you are very good, you know. always enjoy your work - always can feel it. you sort of get to know a person through their poetry in a different way than face to face. i know that sounds mundane, but it's more than that. it's like the windows to the soul thing. i trust you through your poetry.

Post by **Doreen Peri** » November 21st, 2009, 8:49 pm

maree..... fabulous! It's music.... great images and cadence/meter/sounds ... love it!

it does exactly what poetry should do

Post by **SadLuckDame** » November 21st, 2009, 9:03 pm

What a treat this is, that ending came out so fabulously banging, too.