
so ya a bored pretty girl with shallow swimmin’ eyes
mama never taught ya ‘bout ta-morrow
mama was cursin’ ‘long with the blues guitar
so ya a naked little thing are ya?
mama never taught ya that bare skin always hides
mama never cared to show ya that ya heart can’t cry
not proper
like
not like that
ya see-
it be in the intention
time blaze burns out those subtle bedroom lies
little girl thighs
ya gonna age precious one
ya gonna wither
mama never taught ya that all things pass
ya can't hold on to a perfect thing
not a clean shaved patch
not a tight snatch
not a skinned knee
not a sparkly gem
not a favorite poem
not a dirty whisper
we die
that body does
she didn’t tell ya did she?
ya can't make makin’ love fix what mama never gave ya
‘cuz mama gazed away high
turn ya head weary bombshell
ya ain’t a superstar
ya an aging flasher
high in ya own reflection
let your bird wings out
let your feather hair blow
mama never taught ya
mama never taught ya
what you need to know
star light is yours
beyond the flash of a hunter’s knife
don’t cut ya-self -up-
-just look up
& GAZZZZZZE in
mama never taught ya `bout the sky
mama never taught ya that ya pretty little body is gonna die
mama never taught ya
what ya needed to know
Nic this has a cool sassy vibe that give a perfect counterbalance to the darker undertones of the poem.
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Duane
thanks Duane...I read it with a heavy accent. ;) It came out as a song....I can imagine it being a song. Thanks for finding me here!! Just playing around with words and form and such...nothing too serious happening here, but I enjoy having this place. x
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