Short Polaroids Poems

Still
beneath flying
buttresses of Notre Dame--
Polaroids shake
in their furious hands.
I wonder quietly,
tepid remorse
of stillness, mine
and its, will it illuminate
or dissolve in the light?...

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perroquet avenue lips
poems and polaroids
pornitography
hariness
protected by vickies
cleavite libertinism
third base
strobe-lit memories


slang..
perroquet = a delicious, minty French alcoholic drink
avenue = a shade of deeply red lipstick
vickies = victoria's secrets
cleavite = untanned areas usually covered by a bathing suit, and thus pale
third base = come ON, everyone knows...

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It's a little bit like magic
or counting falling stars
One minute it's there
and it takes a second to
                   disappear

And you blink
and wonder
if comets fall forever

Or if angels snatch them
from the sky

It seems all you remember
is Polaroids
are frozen at goodbye

You see, Summer comes and goes
and Winter strips
the color from the sky

Like love is always lost
at goodbye....

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