Homage to Yeats


How I Lost My Realness or How I Became Despicable

It comes with escaping the AA alcoholics,
doctors who don't reply to greetings and flippant shticks,
and down by the pine tree, off the perimeters, kissing
the tattoo girl in dreadlocks like wee two sloppy pigs.

She told me life is easy play as our eyes transfixed.
I've always thought women could save me and love would fix.
She told me to keep her a secret like two bandages,
and somewhere I began to omit, lie, and stage.




Poetry by Vincent Caruso
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Written on 2009-01-09 at 20:58

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I was immediately led like honey to a bee to the title. I appreciate the transparency of a heart felt title.

I felt pulse, energy, real to life emotions pulsating in tempting pressures. Whatever those pressures are?

Personally this led me into thinking how this girl made you feel, you seem to know your feelings and can indentify them in your own way, which is a valuable asset to freedom.

Women are fickle they have the ability to torment men.
2009-01-09


Kathy Lockhart
the secret is kept often with lies and deceit whether it be to the girl or to anyone else. You spark lots of thought and a swirl of stories with your poetic wordage.
2009-01-09