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Lipstick Traces

Someone playing a concrete violin
with a jackhammer
on a midnight sidewalk,
street lights gawk,
flickering fascination,
tuning keys locked,
rosin swipes declined

chalks marks hold hop scotch trinkets
tossed into the numbered squares,
pawned now for a glass of chardonnay
and a plate of cheese

Paneled walls ache
of yesterday’s smoke rings,
scentless air fresheners,
hanging Christmas trees
presumed innocent,
only here for the music
and rear view mirrors

cherry lipstick traces on a folded napkin
crimson half circles
prints on either side
someone will be kissed tonight

I’ll take it with me
I love the flavor

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Paloma P

Date: 11/9/2016 8:43:00 AM

Metaphorical madness, you had me at "concrete violin with a jackhammer". Holy smokes! I never had a guilty Christmas tree that I know of. :)

Chris Green
Date: 11/9/2016 8:58:00 AM

There's always a first time. :) Thanks so much my friend. I think I got a little carried away with this one.

Charmaine Chircop

Date: 11/7/2016 4:56:00 PM

Now don't tell me you're gonna write about a kiss under the mistle-toe next because I always write one about that for Christmas .:D. :) A beautiful poem that makes me see that lipstick on a napkin..And those chalk marks and hopskotch trinkets..I see those too..Lovely indeed.

Charmaine Chircop
Date: 11/7/2016 5:18:00 PM

Indeed its my pleasure if you write about the mistle-toe..I was just kidding..So go ahead :) ..

Chris Green
Date: 11/7/2016 5:01:00 PM

Ok, I will leave the mistletoe kiss poem to you, not because you always write one but because I adore your poetry and can't wait now for Christmas to come. :) Thanks Charmaine, truly your kindness makes me smile.