Benjamin Michael Clark

Rookie - 125 Points (06/22/90 / Mattydale, NY)

Blood Orange Champagne - Poem by Benjamin Michael Clark

Blood orange champagne
Too far gone
You look at your drink
Then back at me

I'm naked now
Rope around my neck
Hangin' like Mussolini
But I couldn't be perfect

You're fed up
Enough is enough
You spill your drink
On my white kashmir sweater

I bite my lip
You throw a fit
I walk out without
A word

The moon is full
The street is icy
Slippery soles
On my shoes - tough love

Comments about Blood Orange Champagne by Benjamin Michael Clark

  • Rookie - 348 Points Danny Draper (4/5/2014 4:59:00 AM)

    Troubles flow in painful tension, succinct pensive language, like many questions that may remain unanswered. Great passion and mood in this restrained piece. (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Aria Siren (3/8/2014 9:50:00 AM)

    The colours! This poem is rich and gorgeous and so visual! I watch it all play out and I want to rewind and watch again. Going on my favourites.
    (btw awesome title, it reeled me in :)) (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 2,763 Points S.zaynub Kamoonpuri (2/9/2014 11:12:00 PM)

    Woah poetic dramatic, very interesting to read. Has a somewhat real life yet extraordinary scene effect. Enjoyd the mention of d Kashmir sweater. Swell penned poem. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 26, 2014

Poem Edited: Sunday, January 26, 2014

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