R.Benjamin Abate

Rookie - 468 Points (06/22/90 / Mattydale, NY)

Blood Orange Champagne - Poem by R.Benjamin Abate

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 R.Benjamin Abate

  • (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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  • 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 :))
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  • S.zaynab 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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