I broke that bottle square on your boat's fat beak,
And looked damned fine doing it, too.
Is it my fault
That a little pink ribbon dragged her down?
Was it my doing
That the captain you engaged was a freak, a fiend, a fool?
Tell those idiots to lay their tubas down.
The breeze is picking up,
Everyone is heading home,
And not another soul blames me, not one.
So hit me or kiss me,
But don't stand there stupid
Like a dressmaker's dummy.
It's easy to react after the fact,
But at least I twitched,
At least I spit in the wind and went whistling past the graveyard;
If you sink, you sink alone...
Don't try to blame that stuff on me.
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Also, find my new prose poem at Night Blooms, HERE.
Its them .. its their fault .. me thinks the lady protests a bit much
ReplyDeleteTell those idiots to lay their tubas down. My favorite line!
ReplyDelete"...for God sake, man" I can only control how I look and not how I am seen or viewed.
ReplyDeleteYou are beautiful in every way.
Tu amigo, Gracias!
Exercise in metaphor, check. Humor, check. Layers of meaning, check. Fireblossom trademark style, check.
ReplyDeleteI don't see how you can be blamed for missing much here.
I love the tubas, too, and the spitting in the wind and whistling past the graveyard. I so love your poems, kiddo. They make me happy.
ReplyDeleteBy the way, to your other readers, dont miss Fireblossom's prose poem at Night Blooms. Absolutely electric writing.
I love the fourth stanza! I hate indecision too!
ReplyDeleteVery Decemberists-y, Shay! Are you a fan of theirs? I feel like they would be a great soundtrack for your work.
ReplyDeleteI wish that all idiots carried tubas. It would make them easy to identify at a glance.
ReplyDeleteI love the attitude in this.
Come on...tell us what you *really* think. ;-)
ReplyDeleteI've been watching buckets of period pieces on netflix. In one the other night their was a drowning... serendipitous.
ReplyDeletei had the feeling i was on the Titanic. Your poems are so skilled at takug me away to other places... love it :)
ReplyDeletethat was suppose to say "taking"...stupid typos! :)
ReplyDeleteShay, you have to come read my newest post. You'll see something familiar there that will crack you up. :)
ReplyDeletehttp://iamthat-shawna.blogspot.com/2011/11/new-jeans.html
Looking damn fine doing anything is good enough for me!
ReplyDeleteCute little "Charlie Chaplin" esque chick photo.
Lay down your tubas.
The breeze is coming.
Awesome!!
Not sure what the little pink ribbon is about, but very evocative.
And I hope all is well with you.
I just looked at your Bosco pic, and am struck by how much he looks in that like the first dog I ever had. Pepper Lee, more commonly called Pepper. So soft and snuggly. And cute and loving.
Dogs are good. And now I'm a cat lover too! Amazing that happened, with a hubby who was quite cat averse before Kelly got KitKat when she was. 5.
Anyway!! Enough out of moi.
xoxo
ahhh blame...all its own game.
ReplyDeleteyeah, those a**holes should have to carry tubas! or accordians...
ReplyDeleteit's always their fault!
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I just love it! The sly innocence of the speaker is so sinister, yet I can't help but applaud her.
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