Out Of Intermissions

Out Of Intermissions

A Poem by Cyprian Van Dyke

I’m not perfect. Despite how much I practiced.

I’m still a child when I speak. I’m still that child.

I was intoxicated on the most expensive feelings in the world.

Last night…  

I went from a bike to a limo with someone unattainable.

Life changed like light through a window into a rainbow.

We talked about many things.

But the truth was held in, rotting me like nicotine.

I didn’t want to be sober.

Those expensive feelings in me felt far from over.

The key to the night was slightly turned and remained that way.

We had cold air and music in the most remote place.

Turning the key more would have only led me astray.

I convinced myself, that, the truth improves with age.

Was I right or wrong? Was the world really my stage?

I was out of intermissions. The truth was underway.

The chauffeur dropped me off at my home.

Before I said goodbye I already felt alone.  

As the limo pulled in front of her house,

Her door - lined up with her door mat opened

To me in the chauffeur’s hat.

She smiled and gave me her hand. I walked her to the door.

I told her the truth and she called me a gentleman and even

Gave me a hug for telling.

Numbers were exchanged and our kiss was synced.

It felt like our lips were hugging,

As the rain came down like credits at the end of the evening.   

I felt like the world really was my stage

And the fact that I was out of intermissions pushed me to be

The best that I could be.

July 27, 2017



© 2017 Cyprian Van Dyke



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some strong descriptive language .. i especially am impacted by "..rotting like nicotine" i can see those dissection pictures of lung tissue turned black ..ugh! and:'...intoxicated on the most expensive feelings... "
the personalizations throughout are tastey treats ..... i am a littler confused as to story line because "The chauffeur dropped me off at my home." but then afterwards i read that the "I" is actually the chauffeur dropping her off..or am i missing something ...it is early in the morning ;} ..great title and metaphor ..love the "closing credits" .. as rain .. glad for the happy ending :))
E.

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Cyprian Van Dyke

2 Months Ago

Thank you Einstein Noodle for your review. I was showing that the chauffeur had dropped me off, but .. read more
Einstein Noodle

2 Months Ago

ahhhhhhhhh never would have got that..thank you for my enlightenment for the day ;) peace brother .... read more



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some strong descriptive language .. i especially am impacted by "..rotting like nicotine" i can see those dissection pictures of lung tissue turned black ..ugh! and:'...intoxicated on the most expensive feelings... "
the personalizations throughout are tastey treats ..... i am a littler confused as to story line because "The chauffeur dropped me off at my home." but then afterwards i read that the "I" is actually the chauffeur dropping her off..or am i missing something ...it is early in the morning ;} ..great title and metaphor ..love the "closing credits" .. as rain .. glad for the happy ending :))
E.

Posted 2 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Cyprian Van Dyke

2 Months Ago

Thank you Einstein Noodle for your review. I was showing that the chauffeur had dropped me off, but .. read more
Einstein Noodle

2 Months Ago

ahhhhhhhhh never would have got that..thank you for my enlightenment for the day ;) peace brother .... read more

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