Wednesday, December 27, 2017

New Poem: The Gasp of Plastic Lips

The Gasp of Plastic Lips
by, Melissa R. Mendelson

You can lie to me today and tomorrow. 
You can lie to me next week. 
You can tell me that the sky is cotton candy, 
and the strange orbs that you can’t explain 
are Christmas decorations. 
You can tell me that the grass is made 
from silk caterpillars, 
and you can tell me those missiles in the air 
are only my imagination. 
You can tell me what you like, 
and you can say whatever you want 
for your words are like a dying neon sign 
in a run-down alley,
where the bums even refuse to live.  

2 comments:

Lee Forman said...

Great poem, Melissa! I really like this one :)

Melissa R. Mendelson said...

Thank you, Lee. :)