Sloppy seconds? Ken Scott gets another shot at his high concept
Matthew Lickona 1:15 p.m., May 22
Girl's got herself on a low cut
white tee
worn long and loose
with her usual
bundled
hair blowing free
and her frayed
low rise
button up bootcut Levi’s
saddled
on her swinging hips.
*
He spies, incognito,
white
bearded man tucked behind
the syrup pump
jars lining the espresso bar,
RedSox cap
visor shielding his eyes,
smiles
*
at her toes
flicking to EarthBeats,
dangling
his gift, the belted Born
sandals
with the big silver side buckles
precariously
over the riverfront café’s
balcony.
Comments
nan shartel May 29, 2012 @ 4:08 p.m.
very nice......
Ruth Newell May 29, 2012 @ 5 p.m.
Thanks, Nan.
richzombie May 30, 2012 @ 1:16 p.m.
yes very nice
Ruth Newell May 30, 2012 @ 3:47 p.m.
Thanks
Tallsharon June 2, 2012 @ 4:03 p.m.
love those shoes. nice word pix! Why is it that there are so many men with white beards now. Somehow, to me, those little go-tees look very old school and a little sleazy. I like the little white triangles on the chin dimples however. :)
jc82 June 17, 2012 @ 2:07 p.m.
Like an eclectic American background of a scene from Crome Yellow, so colorful and pictoral. Love it :)
nan shartel June 17, 2012 @ 4:12 p.m.
here's one of Roody's very fine poetic endeavors
Diamond Studs
by Ruth Newell
I don't need four walls or a roof
and I don't need a Caribbean cruise.
Don't need the nails or the heels or the hair,
nor diamond studs, bangles or baubled jewels.
I'm happy in Levi's and a long white tee,
pushing hard miles with my pack on my back
along the PCT or lying lazy in a hammock beneath the trees
high on a cliff top with a cool brisk breeze and broad views of the sea.
I'm happy laced in a wrinkled, crinkled
corseted gown cut low in the front and lower
down behind to wear barefoot while waltzing on needles fallen
from Torrey pines or to dine with Argentinean wine under a warm July moon.
If it's true that tomorrow begins today,
then I crave a lasting, gasping good old fashioned
swoon to lilting lightly finger picked cords drifting from the room
next door through an opened window
beside a summer scented cascading stone lined pool.
the woman is an ongoing myth of loving duplicity...hahahaha
nan shartel June 18, 2012 @ 2:30 p.m.
will be sorry to see you unable to publish poems here due to publishing rights
no free lunches and no free poems either if u want the bucks 4 them...understandable but i'll miss the exhilarating wordy rides....hahahahahahahaha
best of luck to ya Roody
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