Punks & Cheese
I’m punk, you’re cheesy. And now I’m writing poems about your loving but you got there via the punks.
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You are made for instant love stories,
for picture-perfect odes,
for sweet-scented songs,
for candy smiles
& dimple kisses
I carry a pen dipped in blood
A shiv serves a chalk
as I punk up
a symmetric story
& make it mine
with a sweaty handprint
Which is why I say no
more often than hell yes!
(the only yes I say)
One of those No’s was yours
before you asked
which I think is sweet
(a bit too much for me
And I watched you pick yourself
up & go on & go back
(or is it go on up?)
to twinkling lights,
to starry words,
& gushing honey
I know that
(or perhaps I console myself)
you made it out of viscera
& chose free air, dropping off blood
Back to cheesy
but you got there the punk way.
©Ramya Pandyan | @ideasmithy
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For once-loves, discarded considerations & lost men.
