Corleone

Corleone

A Poem by Surrealist
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It's about a boy, who likes to go by different names. Corleone is one of them.

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Through the lines of the road

Someone else built

I can feel you.

Distracted

In the cab, condensed with fingers crossed,

Like a body

Without a soul.

I touch my lips to yours as a martyr

Born of flesh and rubber

Of a god who lives in tents,

By the flint of a cigarette

And the opportunity to breathe…

You choke without my heart

On the leaves and dirty ground

Asunder

And trailing

Off

Tomorrow spills over the dashboard

Supplanting the gravel

With pleasure

Watching the night grow

In a hazy fire.

Kindergarten seems so far away.

 

© 2013 Surrealist


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This was very interesting. I like the mystery of this person, like everything about him is asking a question, "How much do you really know, and what did I lie to you about, and will you ever find out?" At least, that's what I saw.

Posted 8 Years Ago


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Surrealist

8 Years Ago

Thanks for reviewing! Yes, that is the feel i was going for, he's sort of only half-there and myster.. read more

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Added on April 29, 2013
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Wausau, WI



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