over smoke and whiskey lemonade

over smoke and whiskey lemonade

A Poem by Nothing Personal
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another eponymous title

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remembering faces is hardly difficult
it matters when you try
memorizing faces is but tough
putting ancient locks on rusty doors
and in-keeping a nameless face
unknown, possibly enchanting odor
hair, all locked up in a bun
or hair, cascading out like a lunar waterfall
The memory of lips, with the promise of the distant kiss
in an unknown shady corner of the town.

it's all about the puffs you make
exhaling in, exhaling out
breathing deeply
noticing the tall, dark stranger with livid, oriental eyes
delusional reality
But you can't go back home
without the name on a perishable white toilet paper
it all comes back in a flash
comes back all over again.

The night of the flood
torrential downpour
few languid moments of wetness
surrounding your dry, damsel soul.
And finding hopes about a few coffee cups
placed side by side in the kitchen
wrinkled bedsheets in the morning
half opened bathroom doors
all came open,
tsunamis had to wait for later dates.

Little did everyone know
that Suzie the friend, knows the tall, dark stranger
late hours after the art class gets over
and could so easily pass on names and numbers
if asked
"Alas, X-Men's only have telephatic skills "
For now, a long puff of white smoke and a face amidst
or maybe
a long glass of Iced long island tea
with whiskey basil
breezy Thursday nights
with a lot still based on pure emphatic chance.

Background:

Lou is the daughter of a Chinese software engineer and an American Art school teacher.
The tall dark stranger is the son of a Doctor and a poet, immigrants from an unknown country.
Suzie studies studio Art at the University and knows Lou since sometimes.
I am a silent observer.


© Nothing Personal. June 10, 2011.

© 2011 Nothing Personal


Author's Note

Nothing Personal
Background not to be taken too seriously :-)

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ooow a little mystery! Love how you did this from the view of an observer! Very classic; a style that everyone should try out at least once =)

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

You are an excellent silent observer. The quiet ones watching from the shadows are often the wisest...love this piece :)

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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I love your title..just draws the reader in..again I dont believe the background was necessary but your work is interesting and original ..love it

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Why give a background at all?
It's rather intriguing without it: you follow the images, but you have to fill them in on your own.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Interesting observations in deed expressed in very witty form.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

:) Like it.

Posted 12 Years Ago



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