<![CDATA[I know who you are Prince of peace Silver hot pants in your go-go stance Sideburns like the canals of Hollywood Florida And cash to match the trash you left that full moon eve when you laid me on my room-mate's futon bare naked our hearts leapt into icy waters yet yours resurfaced while mine sank into the bottomless void: the marathon I ran that summer night backwards]]>
The Prince of Peace
5 thoughts on “The Prince of Peace”
Where is he now? I have the silver mini.
Let’s ask the poet a question:
How does line 1 serve to enhance this poem?
Tutu: Your question seems fairly self-explanatory. Is it not possible for you to figure it out for yourself? That is a major gift about any literature, poetry or otherwise. The reader gets to interpret his/her own point-of-view, just as the writer might as well in creating the piece. Why not just attempt to enjoy this poem for what it is, AS IT IS.
I feel that!
MMMMMMMMMM sideburns like the canals of Hollywood, Florida.. WOOF..