fuck-me-red film noir dreams.

By verablue

Late at night I disassemble into pronouns
And stained glass trinkets
Of I and I and me and…

We
Never quite came on screen in this
Fuck-me-red film noir dream

Better judgment drips
Like icicles off the
Tips of our tongues
Barely skimming the surface in history
Of I and I and we…

[Lonely little fantasies]

Last words grey you down to
Technicolor
And you beg me to
Spread your skin across Hollywood blvd.
Etch you into fame

Angelic introspections
Over correcting and one dimensioned
I and I and me
Only me

[Only you]

Clear blue cascades
A vision in nostalgia
Like water for whisky

Only me

Still late at night I disassemble into pronouns
Shattered bits of brightly coloured glass
[Your image wasn’t meant to last]

Just I and I and me and…
We never got engraved into film

[No one will remember you]

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Published on Tuesday, April 17, 2007. Filed under: "Poetry"

Comments on "fuck-me-red film noir dreams."

A former member wrote: "Last words grey you down to Technicolor" Fantastic line, fantastic f*ing stanza, "_ _" poem. Re(a)d 4x over. IndustrialMe(N)tal colours:shattered. "Still late at night I disassemble into pronouns" -I wish I wrote that line: quite sharp & poignant. ...
On Wednesday, April 18, 2007, carlosjackal (2787) wrote:

I loved the rhythm of this, like the sound of hardcore fucking. Another fabulous effort from the tip of your pen, with you upon it standing as poised as ever -Carl
A former member wrote: your style is superb...incredible write
On Tuesday, April 17, 2007, Alanarchy (1168) wrote:

I love your poetry. It does the most wonderful things to my brain. :D
On Tuesday, April 17, 2007, Bella Butchery (696) wrote:

i wish i could have stolen this concept from your mind before you wrote it... you bring a beat to the film noir genre refrences. makes me think pinstripe love afairs.... my socks = rocked.
On Tuesday, April 17, 2007, Six-Out (1423) wrote:

ah. wow. this made me tingle. you have such a way with words. I'm blown away right now.
On Tuesday, April 17, 2007, Disassembly Boy (59) wrote:

Nothing hurts like hollywood, and nothing feels the same..
On Tuesday, April 17, 2007, elisa (1595) wrote:

..isolated motion..... delicately conveyed.. in subtle hints of tangible intimacy....
On Tuesday, April 17, 2007, Guillotine (168) wrote:

loved the rhyme scheme in this, the structure, the dirty gritty feel to your words. This poemly so closely mirrored some of my own, yet far exceeded them with such elequent force.
On Tuesday, April 17, 2007, Mistress Shadow (249) wrote:

It think some of the analogies are before my time, but I repeat and flow to this piece, thus bravo all the same. ~T
On Tuesday, April 17, 2007, Anth (1126) wrote:

this was frantic. like flashbacks in red of ulta sex and passionate violence. loved the rhythm of this. like industrial set to old foreign films.