White Rabbit

White Rabbit

A Poem by Richard Hartshorn
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Through the looking glass

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I�d like to sit here and flip through pictures of your face all morning
(with or without rings in your lip and pink hues in your hair)
but you still haven�t spoken to me since
yesterday.

Your words are on the back of my neck
like sweat on a hippo�s nose
diving into the deep and they�re still there,
they just get blended in with everything else
����������������
Four bubbles popped over my head
and I acted like nothing happened
till the soapy remains
stuck
to my clothes
and I couldn�t wash you out
couldn�t wash you out of my clothes

Fingers hovering over repeat and blonde hairs on my sleeve
You wrote a nocturne for me and I�m playing it backwards
to
decode
the
secret messages
I was subliminally conscious
before I even knew you(r name)
forty-two bands covered your voice
and they all sound the same

Your thumb-prints are scanning over glowing blue sixes
and I wish that my wishes were spinning through your speakers

I know I said I�d make it better
but the first act�s over
baby
the first act�s over
and the playbill�s a painting of your camera

Can�t wash you out
Still can�t wash you out






© 2008 Richard Hartshorn


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dude you have some lines in there that hit like cage fighters.


alas, look at this:
I'd like to sit here and flip through pictures of your face all morning
(with or without rings in your face (could you specify where? so as not to say face twice so quickly//I know it may be to get us to focus on her face/as you are/ but then i think you need to do a replay of that game later on to get us to go ohhh you sly devil. get me?)
and pink hues in your hair)


ok, now onto the f*****g awesome stuffs.


Wtf! thats rad!:

Fingers hovering over repeat and blonde hairs on my sleeve
You wrote a nocturne for me and I'm playing it backwards
to
decode
the
secret messages
I was subliminally conscious
before I even knew you(r name)
forty-two bands covered your voice
and they all sound the same

Your thumb-prints are scanning over glowing blue sixes
and I wish that my wishes were spinning through your speakers


nice one man amidst all the nice ones, nice one;)






Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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dude you have some lines in there that hit like cage fighters.


alas, look at this:
I'd like to sit here and flip through pictures of your face all morning
(with or without rings in your face (could you specify where? so as not to say face twice so quickly//I know it may be to get us to focus on her face/as you are/ but then i think you need to do a replay of that game later on to get us to go ohhh you sly devil. get me?)
and pink hues in your hair)


ok, now onto the f*****g awesome stuffs.


Wtf! thats rad!:

Fingers hovering over repeat and blonde hairs on my sleeve
You wrote a nocturne for me and I'm playing it backwards
to
decode
the
secret messages
I was subliminally conscious
before I even knew you(r name)
forty-two bands covered your voice
and they all sound the same

Your thumb-prints are scanning over glowing blue sixes
and I wish that my wishes were spinning through your speakers


nice one man amidst all the nice ones, nice one;)






Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

WOW. I just clicked on you under new writing and what a treasure. Excellent poem!

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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