Of realities

"She's cold as ice but you still think she's hot

The shade of my skin is infantile,
pale and reddened from emotion,
only dusted with flavor from
experience in
the games of men
of my modern horror
the tall tales of old life
and of recent realities.

I was punctual for it all,
how many will come along
to put their mouth upon it?

My taste in older men began
outside a bar called, "Tipper",
with one of middle age,
a lit up joint,
and Loretta Lynn.

With the exception of
women
and country tunes,

the man lacked taste.

He liked his meat overdone
and wore polyester suits,
not even his dog liked him.

Reviews

[Pete]

You are very witty and creative. Enjoyed this very much. Nice job.

[d]

you know well how to conjur up the right images and feelings and i will keep reading

[M. Shepherd]

What a slam dunk of witty endings, a tongue-in-cheek chuckler in the face of the reality of the contrast between your "infantile" skin and your taste in middle-aged men. I am charmed, disturbed, I shrug and titter - you seem to have a level head on your shoulders about it all, you see and display the humor and that's what'a important in dealing with the messy, confusing, often painful stuff.

[. serah .]

-- i find this piece more compact than some of your other pieces... -- "taste" in people is a very complex subject to write about... but you negotiate it with a lot of skill and some very interesting details... -- it's always rewarding to read ya...

[wolfshrew]

Thank you. I have the nagging feeling that it feels a bit unfinished, so maybe I will work on it later to try and fix that. Luckily, I feel my "taste" is so broad, my possibilities for subject matter in writing feels endless at times. I suppose that is a good thing, mostly.

[. serah .]

-- ah, a few more lines would be interesting... if they were from his perspective... but don't feel pressured... i don't want to be a demanding reader... -- yes, your canvas is spectacular for it doesn't exclude anyone or anything... and that's definitely a good thing...