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[color=darkred]Parallax[/color]
7 64%
[color=navy]There's A Hole In My Bucket Dear Liza, Dear Liza[/color]
6 55%
[color=darkGreen]And Ariel smiled at me[/color]
2 18%
[color=Purple]Bette Davis Eyes[/color]
2 18%
Voters: 11.
#1
Parallax

We rode bicycles over a mountainside made of cheap street crack and wine.
‘Michelangelo,’ she said. ‘these walls ain’t even half as tall as what we thought they
were. Look, you can see all of the sky tonight. Oh, you can see all of the sky!’
She asked for a statue, and I etched her out a marble portrait of the moon.
‘Baby,’ she spoke. ‘the moon?’
‘Without the sun to light it up, it’s just another rock.’
‘Let’s go.’ She sung.
We found shovels in our empty garden bed, and dug until we hit water.
‘We’re stuck,’ I cried. ‘we’re really fucking stuck.’
‘Close your eyes, we’re in a ship. Okay? And we’re sailing through a stream of
cement and bricks, and we’re not stuck, okay? Just close your eyes and paddle, like this.’
I cupped a hand against the sunlight. Her eyes were mirrors in a morning so bright.
There were birds dancing like kites strung up for a day parade,
And there were old trees and soft hills and low rolling meadows,
And for a moment the sun swung behind a cloud.
‘The moon never looked so alight.’
As she laughed I placed a frame around her neck and made her a masterpiece.


There's A Hole In My Bucket Dear Liza, Dear Liza

I've seen both of her faces
and realize that all points
of caution have long since passed.
It was the grin on her face,
and the guts of a bottle
charading as her conscience,
parading as her confidence.
Anywhere a lightbulb swings,
she'll be the one shifting
with the shadows.

It was just like she had dreamed,
minus the charisma
and the folding lawn chairs.
Fingers tracing broken bone
trying to make the connection.
Eyes tracing trees
from ground to canopy,
trying to make the connection.
Toes tapping to a different beat,
trying to make the connection.
Though she never could tell us apart
with her eyes closed.

"I won't say that I like you", she said,
"but I will give you this...
It takes a man to lose all the
friends that he never had
to begin with."

Maybe there is no connection.



And Ariel smiled at me

Tooth-marked cheek,
.....oh, so cheeked--
with pushing poles down wet velvet;
There, riverside, was a tree.
A tum-tum tree.
and I, oh me, looked to the
star in your eye, the east, and took
its current to Innisfree.
Left hell behind, with its
tongues stuck
in your jaw, pulling, pulling free.

And Ariel smiled at me.
Where we passed lime hills, that rolled
to meet lime trees.
Never was envy so pretty as then,
when Ariel smiled at me.
I could see through the Bell Jar, glass thick
but fever-warm,
and you stared and stared at me
And let the pills crawl past your teeth.
eight-legged and yellow, they laughed as
they twisted the stuck-tongues free.
The river bent up with mouth, and you
sank, sank past your feet.

Sighed, and were sick, puked
pink lungs, and I
cried, cried, Oh Please.
You begged me to let you sleep.
I pillowed your head on an oven rack,
and you sank to Innisfree. But,
looking back, shook your head
and with a frown upside-down, you said,
you said, 'You wouldn't know me from eve'.



Bette Davis Eyes

friday night
i reach for a beer
smile a crooked smile
there's not enough wilderness left
to cause any upheaval
when i invade.
bette davis eyes
looking up at me with sadness
unsympathetic
i think they call it love
hair like katherine hepburn in
suddenly, last summer
a few strands stuck to her glossy lips
it's sexy
and suddenly, this summer i'm
d. h. lawrence
scribbling human touch behaviour
physical intimacy
leaking in the pages
a blasphemous contact
schoolboy naughtiness
dirty old man
street corner
sat looking up young girls' legs
a flash of pink underwear
the imagination runs on -
does the rest.
bring them home and make movies
tradgedies
a lifetime of them -
it's when the ****ing makes the
empty bottles
behind the headboard
clink
i wonder why we do it all.
Filth, pure filth... That's what you are.
#3
These are some of the finest pieces I've ever read here, but I guess that's the point of this poll

However, that first one is so damned near perfection.

And a note for the last one: Katharine Hepburn spelt her name wrong.
There's only one thing we can do to thwart the plot of these albino shape-shifting lizard BITCHES!
#5
If you would like to change your piece for hte next round then PM me the new one!
Filth, pure filth... That's what you are.