(after Rimbaud, who got it wrong)
His mother’s too-red lipstick
against the green, green grass middle school lawn,
and I could faintly hear “purple mountains majesty,”
orange snack mix dust on his lips
around a borrowed tenor sax. He plays the blues.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Vowels
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so I really enjoy the imagery you create with the different colors within the simple school lawn setting. I also like how you have the long, descriptive lines and end with a short but powerful line of he is doing.
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