hit and run

Metaphors running off to
join the foreign legion.
Catch phrases taking flying leap
off the nearest cliff.

When I’m reading other poet’s poems
their metaphors are wearing Spanx
and fishnet stockings.
Their phrases turn on 6-inch stilettos,
strut and say “how’s about it big boy.”

While mine are lying languid
on the curbside with their peasant skirts
upturned. Hit and runs
of the local 3:15 bus to Lafayette.

5-14-16 by c. m.brooks


~ by christinambrooks on May 14, 2016.

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