If I opened up your skin,
What landscape would I find beneath?
Divorced letters drifting like
Crisp autumn leaves,
Like mistakes filched
From someone else’s sobriquet?
You wear your two-piece suit
Like it’s a crown and scepter
Like the girl on your arm
Tastes of blood and chocolate
(And doesn’t she?)
Doesn’t she know you’re
A charlatan playing
Someone else’s game?
I’d kiss your shadow on the wall,
If it’d just hold still.
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Apr 5 2009
I know this sounds insane, but I am reminded of a modern Dracula.
Apr 5 2009
so, i hate to ask teh "Gods, you're stupid!" question, but who's Nemo? all i can think of are fishes... *fails*
Mar 24 2009
"Nemo" is Latin for "no one" or "nobody"
Apr 5 2009
aha! see, this is why you ask things. you look like a moron once, but then you know stuff ^^
Apr 9 2009
I like the opening of this piece and the ending, but the inbetween parts seem somewhat unconnected.
The part that stands out in my mind is actually the use of the word sobriquet. When I looked it up, I received the definition of "a familiar name for a person". This doesn't seem to make sense when used in the context of the poem.
Perhaps you could clarify how you meant it to come across?
Just curious, did you read the book Blood and Chocolate?
Mar 24 2009
Nope. I wasn't even aware there was a book by that title.
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