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Pretty Girls
Smoking in the rain,
it calms me;
the rain.
I’m silent;
they pass with their smiles
by the hour,
jokes and kicks to kill
time.
Standing there with nothing
aside
from a little pocket
change left
to call a cab,
or find a dime.
Down
to my last dollar;
I’m still
paying for pretty girls
‘cause I heard they like to dig
graves.
it calms me;
the rain.
I’m silent;
they pass with their smiles
by the hour,
jokes and kicks to kill
time.
Standing there with nothing
aside
from a little pocket
change left
to call a cab,
or find a dime.
Down
to my last dollar;
I’m still
paying for pretty girls
‘cause I heard they like to dig
graves.
Published 13th Feb 2013
| Edited 30th Jul 2013
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4th Mar 2013 00:09am
The overall plot of the poem is a bit confusing. I thought at first that the speaker was merely standing in the rain. But then the image of swimming beside a ship made me change my mind. And then the last two stanzas made me imagine the speaker was just finishing up a night on the town.
So I'm not sure what to decide on.
The first stanza has a beautiful calming effect and I could clearly imagine all the colors and sounds and smells of the image you described. I really enjoyed that.
So I'm not sure what to decide on.
The first stanza has a beautiful calming effect and I could clearly imagine all the colors and sounds and smells of the image you described. I really enjoyed that.
