Nathaniel S. Rounds

When Christie and Billie
Were Pinkie and the Blue Boy
Of my loft apartment
I let the outside in
I let Hemingway out for a walk
Let him bark at the neighbors
We all wore shades
And danced about architecture
We danced the texture of
Virgin jean jacket
Skin in shoe leather
Hair gone to wet curl
Mouth painted as a pucker
Sun flashed down like a Paparazzi Gotcha!
And the melody kept the needle on
Lyric’s groove
Never the other way around
And if you reflect these words
In Ray Ban mirrored lenses
You were there

©2012 This work is the property of the author.


Posted on July 22, 2012, in Nathaniel S. Rounds, POETRY and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. Nathaniel S. Rounds is back with three new poems. This piece of fevered rock and roll imagery is the first.

    Have a look at his other poetry by clicking the link:

    And this link will take you to a slideshow of some of his graphic art:

  2. I love the rhythm of this rocking poem and would have ended it at the great line with the

  3. Sun flashed down like a Paparazzi Gotcha!, that’s great line

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