Coexistence

• Artist: Damion Nash
• Description: A poem I did for a workshop.
• Date: 10/21/2008
• Tags: coexistence vehicle truck parkinglot

I pinched your ring in between my
Thumb and forefinger,
And pressed my lips against the cool metal.

It smelled fake,
Tinny.

The chain you strung it on
Has worn through the silver,
So copper spirals down its length.

The moonlight through the windshield
Casts shadows across my shirt.

Four teenagers joke on the opposite end of the lot.

The exhaust from their trucks sound throaty, modified, but
Only one pulls away. The other two, a pair of oversized Chevys,
Idle, the owners flirting outside.

The man is holding the woman, and she smiles as she
tries to push him away. If she was drunk and
being raped,
I wouldn’t know the difference.

I lean back against the headrest.

My heart jumps when your headlights turn into the drive
It feels like twice as long as the wait.

Comments

[mexicantacos2003]

this is trippy but good
i like the part about how the ring
is old and worn and the copper spirals
that is good and has double meaning.
the four teenagers seems a little "four"-ced
but you saved it in the end with a good line
"It feels like twice as long as the wait."


very original stuff very trippy and thought provoking (inspiring)
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[sublime_necromancer]

You have a good talent for imagery. That's sometimes hard to do in a piece of writing.