Graphite Crimes

xmascleanlovexmascleanlove Posts: 55
edited January 2005 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Graphite Crimes

I drew you
Once upon a time ago

Before the years
Traced us into legends

I caught a glimpse of you
Sleeping

With no imperfect place to start
Tablet belly white
Pencil razor sharp

I scribbled my own version

Of cliché velvet lips
Imprinted on my skin

Eyelids
Covered in
Charcoal shadows

Guarding twinkling treasure

My fingers rubbed
Your tattered hair
into fabled existence

I always said
The sun spit in it

Beauty captured
With reckless precision

In these moments of levity
You realize why your heart beats

It’s an imperfect art
Preserving illusion

And you
With no imperfect place to start
Prove it

Wrapped in complicated wrinkles
Your blanket rendered impatiently
Because that’s me
It’s always going to be

Licorice alarm clocks are tickling your lips
I watched you breath
That proves you exist

chocolate cake fights
All through precious dreams

Ones where you wake up
And just go back to sleep

I was never as cruel as time
A crime against a crime

An erasable graphite crime
if you're a pot smoker and you don't own a ukulele you're fuckin up...but then once you get a ukulele you might end up moving to a guitar because its a gateway instrument you know
~ EV 6/25/03
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  • justamjustam Posts: 21,410
    I like this one.
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  • This piece has a lot of potential, there are moments of beautiful clarity in it, just keep reading it out loud to yourself, clean up a few spots and you've definately got a breathtaking piece.
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