Orange Guillotine
The only sunset we shared
Occurred at a stop light
Half a mile from Wal-mart.
The engine idled, tense
Like the set of your jaw
And the set of my shoulders.
I don't remember the fight;
But it was the third one that week
And not the last.
The orange globe descended
Like a molasses guillotine
And we didn't stop to see
Whose head it came down on.
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Apr 5 2009
this one always makes me sick to my stomach and i don't know why...
Apr 5 2009
This poem brings back memories of past love, and saddens me greatly. But that's the mark of a good poet, to invoke emotions.
Apr 9 2009
Wow, some powerful imagery in this one. I love how terse it sounds, adding to the emotions building within the poem.
Beautifully executed.
Apr 13 2009
Of the one's I read so far, this one's the best. I like the exact , yet everyday imagery of it all, and how it also feels like your hearing about and old fight that happened in a car.