Pimple № 85208
Something's gone wrong
A half-empty glass of water sits
on your bedside table, among
tissues and brown bottles. A wrong
number getting me up late, it hits
me suddenly about the glass and undoes
a nightâs good sleep: yeah, somethingâs amiss
here; somethingâs definitely gone wrong.
And itâs
a long night coming; solitary cars buzz
by outside on the highway, and the hiss
and catch and hiss of your breathing like an old song
goes: somethingâs wrong, wrong.
If I were young
enough to shake you awake, call it quits,
step out of the house into the throng-
ing dark, I know I couldnât because
what's wrong - I am. So I kiss
your damp hair thinking you'll wake late from this
dead sleep, and maybe tell me what it was
about me I ought to have noticed all along.
23 comments
"enough to shake you awake, call it quits,
step out of the house into the [crowded darkness] (or) [tense {or hectic} dark]"
Or something, because "throng" is a verb; def: press tightly together or cram- which makes little sense, so I don't have a clue what you intented to express with its use.
I could be babbling foolishly, but an explaination would be nice.
Blessed with nine.
Its not really much of a pimple.. other than the subject having a romantic context, it is devoid of mis-spelling, trite rhyme schemes, poor use of language, crude humor, and other characteristics usually found in most pimple poems.
It's pretty much a very decent free verse poem, atleast to me.
but then (I was always a bit so)
what does it all mean? I guess I'll have to use your scale of measurement for such things.
*Certainly* one of the top 20.
But I figure there's a few that actually deserve to be up there. The ones that are there, if they are not among the best on poemranker, they are, at least, the best that I can muster (though I personally wouldn't put them in that particular order).
It will correct itself and I'll maybe have a couple few left there.
And thank you.
Last line is killer.
Ok, I found my nitpick, but it's only a personal preference: I prefer wouldn't to couldn't. I think your narrator's more a wouldn't leave than a couldn't leave.
little things here and there to be enjoyed:
half-empty glass,
the broken record ( and the hiss
and catch and hiss of your breathing like an old song),
to shake you awake, call it quits,
So I kiss
your damp hair thinking you'll wake late from this
dead sleep, and maybe tell me what it was
about me I ought to have noticed all along.
to me it sounded like waking up
and realizing that your life isn't what you thought it was.
or....it could just be about a pimple.:)lol (j/k)
very good i enjoyed it!
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