|In The Car
|Written after viewing In The Car, a painting by Roy Lichenstein.
Glanced at her face.
perfect profile maybe too perfect?
How did he feel, lay back,
hair flecked against his cheek,
being driven down bleak
desert highway to a place
with no name.
What a dame.
she was insane, fast, loose,
life in cruise mode.
Knew it would go nowhere,
but did he care,
in his heart,
had to confess,
he did, but knew
she was messing,
tearing him apart.
Later, in limbo, he called the number,
wondered if he should take a gamble?
Same spot, same place,
hitch that lift to somewhere,
anywhere. Would she pitch up?
Meet full on his restless empty gaze.
Slap him hard across his face,
she don't like to be left waiting.
13 Oct 06
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"Ol' dumbass bitch (crazy bitch). Stupid ass bitch (crazy bitch). Just a bitch."
Thanks for the link. I will come back and re-read this after looking at the painting.
Art is often the PERFECT jumping off point for a GREAT poem.
Now that I've seen the painting, I think you can do even better with this. However, that being said, you really do stick to the emotion/color of the painting. Nice job!
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Larry the bitch Lark
One tries ones best and thats all one can do
Larry the best Lark
Larry, can i come with you? ask her does she have a sister
She most surely does. Bound and gagged on the back seat wearing leather lingerie.
Larry Dark Noire Lark
omfg when i saw speedo 190k i thought it was a morbidly obese dude in a thong lmmfao