I, Chaos.

Let me take off your uncertainty
As I steal your flower so brazenly,
No use reaching out, it's mine now.
Don't go dancing near the edge,
Wearing high heels and rubber gloves.

You may, however, dance with me
At the cabaret, at the cabaret ...
And a good time shall be had by all.
Lovely promises, my dearest prize,
Fit for neither a naked queen, nor you.

Departing already? Leave the wine,
Such a fine red, wouldn't you agree?
One broken equilibrium to go, please.
No, come back! My apologies!
Screw the damned edge! Let's fly!

Poetry by Thomas Selnes The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2007-10-20 at 06:59

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Brian Oarr
"Don't go dancing near the edge,
Wearing high heels and rubber gloves."

A stunning image couplet which sets the metaphor for the entire poem... and an excellent poem it is. Well struck, Thomas!

liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
Love the subtle humour.
The whole poem is
like a cool breeze
on a hot day.


Sanaz Danaipoor
Wonderful and moving, applauds!

lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
Thomas i got the imagery right off stealing flowers and taking off shy uncertainty is a romantic gesture I be bound a clever poem with well maybe erotic undertones
rgds mike

Trying to keep your cool, eh what? It's all good until the end, when she leaves. Then you grow wings. Amen. Very Good Work.