Thursday, April 28, 2016

Bio

I'm the angry music
of feral girls
and boys with black balloons.

Every word is the right word.
Every word is a night word.

I tuck the pennies
I earn for my thoughts
deep down in my sing-song shoes.

I once had bangs and the blues,
but I've since recovered.

For Words Count at  Real Toads

16 comments:

thistle wrists said...

Perfect title. ;)

Love the second stanza.

De said...

Love these:
"I tuck the pennies
I earn for my thoughts
deep down in my sing-song shoes."

and those last words. So great.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Every word pitch perfect. Loved. Thanks for the prompt.

Kerry O'Connor said...

Ah, those boys with their black balloons... hard to recover.

littlelearner said...

Love the whole piece, but especially those sing-song shoes!

rhymeswithbug.com said...

Whoo, hoo!

The Bizza said...

This is spot-on perfect. I'd quote the whole thing as my favorite part.

Ellecee said...

I can especially relate to your last lines, but enjoyed the whole,,, :-)

brudberg said...

Loved it as a whole, but especially with that last line... (as a man I guess I'm glad I have hair)

Hannah said...

It's all quotable and the part de, quoted I love as well. Thank you for the challenge, Mama Zen!

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Ha ha, and bravo! (For a minute I thought you meant the musical blues – but of course no-=one would wish to recover from that.)

Gemma Wiseman said...

The angry music has lots of pluck and gusto. A vibrant poem.

hedgewitch said...

Most of us do recover from that rather self-fraught time you paint here so well--but there's always the mark of it somewhere, the not-so-invisible tattoo somewhere we'll never mark out--a great challenge MZ--thanks, as I had no hope of writing when i woke up.

Fireblossom said...

I love the pennies deep down in the sing song shoes.

harlee said...

Very clever layered meaning in the closing couplet: "I've sins, re-covered." The preceding line is sexual ("bangs," "blues").

harlee said...

"feral" = "fear-all"