John Libertus


Georgia Blue - Poem by John Libertus

Ah, sweet, spicy,
Georgia Blue,
come to Dracula
for the ultimate hickey;
ah, an older, undead
gentleman,
he's sure to be
just an animal about it,
and grateful;
(wear the cape, Count,
wear the cape)

'One hates to disappoint,
but,
my dear,
the dentures require
expert care;
friends with rock candy
are a fate worse
than garlic;
perhaps...
you should wait
for a man nearer
your age?

(First - oh, my God,
let me die! - a lawyer -
and now,
children?
- even if she's
built like -)

No,
my dear;
my only friend's
an electric blanket -'


She doesn't want to be
a pissed-off banshee
about it -
(he really seems to be
a decent person -)
but isn't he
being a little too
reasonable,
turning down
a sexy lady
(like herself)
who's
willing
to drag him out of
that old coffin
and into something wider?
(he can keep the blanket)


('My dear Georgia,
I'm just a poor man,
living in the shadows
of the ruins;
I hope you know I mean
the love I never seem to bring,
but I don't want you
to have to
come to be
like me,
and die inside, before you die)

(but dear, sweet Georgia Blue, she sees nothing but blue skies)

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Comments about Georgia Blue by John Libertus

  • (5/4/2006 11:37:00 PM)


    A torment to read, echoing my own experience. Maybe Bishop Berkely got it wrong, and we can know each other's pain? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 16, 2006



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