~Sophia~
07-13-2009, 10:51 PM
trompe l'oeil
(when a door is not a door)
A faux love poem - nameless has no more
consequence than a door to a secret garden
painted on stone
enough detail to fool the eye but
you can’t step through
an escape pause. Blank verse - it loves you
or you and
you
allegedly
dedicated to the likeness of a certain someone
recycled - re-gifted - repeat as necessary
I hope to never be a “you” again
or a pseudo, alias, moniker or babe. Not
a sun(rise) or star, city, river or rivulet. No
ocean, horizon, moon, or the dreaded
interchangeable she. Not a field or
flower, bird, harlot, wife or
scarlet lover.
I’m not asking to be scratched into skin
but just once to be the real thing -
Bukowski’s Jane.
(when a door is not a door)
A faux love poem - nameless has no more
consequence than a door to a secret garden
painted on stone
enough detail to fool the eye but
you can’t step through
an escape pause. Blank verse - it loves you
or you and
you
allegedly
dedicated to the likeness of a certain someone
recycled - re-gifted - repeat as necessary
I hope to never be a “you” again
or a pseudo, alias, moniker or babe. Not
a sun(rise) or star, city, river or rivulet. No
ocean, horizon, moon, or the dreaded
interchangeable she. Not a field or
flower, bird, harlot, wife or
scarlet lover.
I’m not asking to be scratched into skin
but just once to be the real thing -
Bukowski’s Jane.