speaking like old films -------------------------------------------
lets make clown eyes
at each other
beneath tent-beds
made of steam.
i'll send smoke signals
to you about
all the lost forest creatures
i named after you
in a dream.
we'll listen to pear bailey,
make wind of the music
& the heart that you are
while raking up stars
in jars
& speaking like old films
at the drive-in.
make no destiny
that you become.
instead let it become you.
i never want to be a side-note
when i can be the star.
i want loose skies,
clever looks
& all the humor that i can get.
make me laugh
& i'll write you a poem
you can live by,
odd, in the early hours
of another life.
the imagery in this poem leaves me wanting more! such a way to tell a story. I love this poem to the very end and I do not think that anything needs to be changed. This piece is a pure work of art. Thank you for sharing.
Ali
Submission Name: speaking like old films
