She pulls one out with her fire engine nails,
slowly bringing it to her lips,
she tilts her head to smirk at me
with her starry galaxy eyes.
She taps it against her lips for a moment
speaking enchantingly, ” We still have a long way to go,
Vegas is a day away.”
She takes a drag.
Then repeats the whole ritual
until it is gone.
They all are gone.
Then I fold up the box.
We speed out of the potholed parking lot,
the Marlboro box tossed out the window
lands on that manmade moon.
I can still see the salt on her upper lip.
“Vegas here we come.”
-For once, with this poem, I actually came across a picture first that sparked a poem, which usually it is the reverse: I write something then search through my photo collection to find a picture to go with it. When I saw this photo I had this store stirring in my head and originally it felt like it might be more of an actual story, instead it felt like it wanted to be a poem and leave a lot of it mysterious.So it is more of a snapshot of this couple going to Vegas, which is more of a local, simple down to earth feel yet there are these almost atmospheric undertones, these big looming questions lingering in the air. When I wrote this I had a feel for something beyond the everyday. And of course, it is just an interesting image and props to the artists for thinking outside the box.
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” Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow.”