Red girl
Posted to Action Poetry
by untitledpoet on 2003-06-06 00:58:00
Grey school
In the mid-pool.
Ring bells,
Bell chimes.
I would not breathe,
Each time she stared here in my direction
My cheek balloons bubble,
And the turning eyes lie low
From the suspensive French pupil
Gaze, the pre putative eyes glowing
Red,
Blooded blue eyes red.
Her name resounds
No colour,
Alludes my
Panorama from
Last years-pointless affair
Till sullen
Days ran ahead
Of instant
In front of
Sundials and orange peels
Each time she revealed
Her hidden skin
Within, or without
The cerise glare.
Flaxen fixated hair
Curls.
Shoulder conversations
And
Light shallow arms.
Small school
In the end-tone,
Ring bells,
She’s passed home.
