At the Intersection of Cowardice and Neurosis
Sinister paparazzi;
the yellow lights
flash off the dark, wet asphalt
disperse through the windshield mist
through my glasses
chagrin
she noticed
the yellow glare
reflected on my face
as I miss the light
and develop a photographic memory
the passenger seat is empty
Sinister paparazzi;
the yellow lights
flash off the dark, wet asphalt
disperse through the windshield mist
through my glasses
chagrin
she noticed
the yellow glare
reflected on my face
as I miss the light
and develop a photographic memory
the passenger seat is empty
posted by Philip at 2:23 AM
4 Comments:
You keep doing it. Uncle joe
Thanks brian, but it really has nothing to do with either at all. I was personifying the yellow stop light to the effect of papazzi ie--flashing lights, tension, and the potential for humiliation. There is a definite line of reason and complexity in this piece that I dont want to be overlooked. Thanks for reading
-phil
Kind of sad. I don't mean in a pathetic way. I mean in a miserable way.
Brian, you're great im so sorry if I came across as snapping at you. I was frusturated about some other stuff and it came across in my response. I was feeling like nobody appreciates poetry anymore and then my friend told me the same thing later that day, so I was a bit upset. But i'm cool now. Sorry again, and thanks for reading.
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