frankly dear...

dancers revel amongst the bottles filled with their vacant memories

we stare at one another catching sight as one does a piece of dust on a shaft of light

neither of us can dance but we do anyway despite

Our noses brush and we fall down against the radiator

It warms our backs to a painful degree but we don't care

 

we're dirt brightened beautifully

something we watched on a boring monday as it danced across the faces of our friends

we're the dirt that started to sparkle and take a different shape

we turn our face away and doodle with our pens

 

and well it never seemed to be possible of happening to folk such as us

holding hands we leave this party and run into the street

we ditch our shoes to feel the dew on our naked feet

neds,hen parties and the odd suicidal office worker look at us with confusion

we race past them and not even glass on the palms of our feet seem to hurt...

 

we're dirt brightened beautifully

something we watched on a boring monday as it danced across the faces of our friends

we're the dirt that started to sparkle and take a different shape

we turn our face away and doodle with our pens

 

In an awkward alleyway we stop and fall against the much too close walls

its dank and derelict but the mysterious puddles soothe our tired skin

we wish we could go back but you can't stop til you begin

we look into one anothers eyes hoping to catch sight of each other in the pupils

theres nothing much to shout about anyway

 

we're dirt brightened beautifully

something we watched on a boring monday as it danced across the faces of our friends

we're the dirt that started to sparkle and take a different shape

we turn our face away and doodle with our pens

 

I watch as you run off to find your shoes

your embarrassment hardly concealed beneath your thick fringe

I kick out my feet and hit it against a used syringe

frankly my dear I don't give a damn

frankly dear I prefer seeing you run away from me than with me.

 

Reviews

[Isolophobe]

Wow, what a way to end. For some reason, Morrisey singing Frankly Mr Shankly came to mind, but this esily outweighs that thought.

I especially love the first stanza and the repeated ones. Pure poetry filled with feeling. Great write.

[poetic soul]

I kick out my feet and hit it against a used syringe
frankly my dear I don't give a damn
frankly dear I prefer seeing you run away from me than with me.

woooooooooha!!!! what a kick a*s end....really enjoyed the read a lot..... gr8 job... lovely theme.... :) rock on m/

:) Smiles,
Poetic Soul