Pillow Lips

The first line of this was a writing prompt from last night. There was, and remains, a lot I wanted to do with this, but this is what I managed last night. There may just be more later.

She had purple eyes and pillow lips

Blue hair and baby-bearing hips

He had fuzzy chains and lashing whips

Faded tattoos and graying tips

Esmerelda and Chuck had no guilt trips

Just love and lust filling their memory chips

At least at first, then came the blips

The hurdles, the stumbles, the skips

She left with the chips and the dips

Leaving behind a box of paper clips

He yelled after her, “You’re bigger than a ship!”

Muttering more, “I don’t give a god-damn flip.”

About kingmidget

About the name. I was the youngest of four. Until I got to kindergarten, I didn't have much to say. All I had to do to get what I wanted was to point, and a sibling, or loving parent, would fulfill my request. As a result, my father coined the nickname -- King Midget. At least that's the way the story goes. I am a father, husband, friend, and lover, writer, runner, pizza maker, baker, and many other things. What I am not is my occupation. It is my job that pays the bills and provides for my family. But, it does not define me.
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4 Responses to Pillow Lips

  1. Sorryless says:

    This feels like a rock and roll song, a classic one.

  2. Came lookin for the post you said you just wrote…poetry, verse, couplets in rhyme have always eluded me genre wise. I just haven’t the chops for it. But you do…:)

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