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noose rhetoric
“I wouldn’t say no to a joint”
the words fell seamlessly out of my mouth
bathed in the light of the fire
hanging pregnant in the night air.
My mind looked inwards seeking honesty
and a wicked excuse just in case
it found an answer it didn’t like.
“Did I have a problem?”
I can’t say with full surety that I did
the memories blurring with the time
it’s been since I’d inhaled MJ into my lungs.
I remember the obsession of whiskey and wine
the drunken “I love you” messages
left on my ex’s answering machine.
“I wouldn’t say no to a joint”
those words held a rhetorical noose
that I slipped over my neck as I grasped green gold
in my hand, raised it easily to my lips, and inhaled.
© Indie Adams 2012
the words fell seamlessly out of my mouth
bathed in the light of the fire
hanging pregnant in the night air.
My mind looked inwards seeking honesty
and a wicked excuse just in case
it found an answer it didn’t like.
“Did I have a problem?”
I can’t say with full surety that I did
the memories blurring with the time
it’s been since I’d inhaled MJ into my lungs.
I remember the obsession of whiskey and wine
the drunken “I love you” messages
left on my ex’s answering machine.
“I wouldn’t say no to a joint”
those words held a rhetorical noose
that I slipped over my neck as I grasped green gold
in my hand, raised it easily to my lips, and inhaled.
© Indie Adams 2012
Published 4th Aug 2012
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4th Aug 2012 6:01pm
Shit Indie.
When I read your stuff, it's almost like being the character looking from outside at the character. You do out-of-body in a casual, nearly unthinking way.
I'm watching this unfold, and it's so... casually desolate, you know? So real. Just a... "yeah, I could go for that..."
And all of the destruction is just sort of hanging , like Damocles Sword. And part of me is like... STOP! And part of me is like... yesss...
That's how you freaking evoke emotion in a g-damn poem! WHOO HOO! Loved it. I loved this one.
When I read your stuff, it's almost like being the character looking from outside at the character. You do out-of-body in a casual, nearly unthinking way.
I'm watching this unfold, and it's so... casually desolate, you know? So real. Just a... "yeah, I could go for that..."
And all of the destruction is just sort of hanging , like Damocles Sword. And part of me is like... STOP! And part of me is like... yesss...
That's how you freaking evoke emotion in a g-damn poem! WHOO HOO! Loved it. I loved this one.
5th Aug 2012 11:30am
Damn, Betty....I was gunna say that....it was right there, on the edge of my lip....
5th Aug 2012 9:58pm
Awesome comment! Thank you Betty, I don't know what to say, this is the best comment ever.
Peace, Indie
Peace, Indie
5th Aug 2012 9:59pm
8th Aug 2012 4:55am
8th Aug 2012 10:11am
Thank you, good to know there is something even a little universal in this one.
Peace, Indie
Peace, Indie
