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The Rebellious Mexican Rock Band Singer by Liz
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The Rebellious Mexican Rock Band Singer

~ Liz ~

Brett, the sky is best
at night—
purely blackness pierced
with light.
Against it's beauty, I
feel slight.
Hope I can say this, Brett,
just right.

Singing a song of old rebellion
to the tune of fresh despair,
the Mexican rock band singer
wears your style with Morrissey's hair:

dress pants, shirt, guitar and shoes
as black as Eddie's crow.
His tie is white; his brown eyes, bright.
His jaw line casts your shadow.

There's a summer night I can't forget.
I was barefoot and the grass was wet.
We danced like the devil on fire, Brett,
to Mexican rock from an upper apartment.

I was screaming the lyrics in Spanish
with no fucking idea what they meant.
Your young face and faded T-shirt
were both heavy and dripping with sweat.

I can't forget, Brett.

I know the sky is best
at night,
but what is blackness without
some light?
And so I'm smiling at
the sight

and the song of your dead-ringer,
the rebellious Mexican rock band singer.

© 2007 Liz
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  • timekop On Tuesday, October 13, 2009, timekop (15) wrote:

    Liz felt slighted by the night? This poem makes good use of ight. Maybe the first poem I've read that referred to rock stars.

  • A former member wrote: cake. all you need is a band and you're set.

  • Mari On Thursday, November 8, 2007, Mari (529) wrote:

    hm.

  • Jonas On Wednesday, May 30, 2007, Jonas (820) wrote:

    wonderfully engrossing read. thank you.

  • Six-Out On Thursday, May 24, 2007, Six-Out (1604) wrote:

    I thought this was about me at first, poop on it not being! But it had a nice flow, and I really enjoyed it. You still rock.

  • Hidayah On Thursday, May 24, 2007, Hidayah (135) wrote:

    The chill of night, wet grass, unheard pounding music...I really like this poem, Liz. The rhymes were just right and the rhythm made it so pleasant on the tongue. And the story... I do adore this so.

  • glasshouse On Wednesday, May 23, 2007, glasshouse (697) wrote:

    You know... I had a lot of fun reading this. It flows well. It is well worded. Great rhythm. All in all, I'd say great job. Great feel. --Jes

  • thelostmessenger On Wednesday, May 23, 2007, thelostmessenger (151) wrote:

    how sweet... im not sure i understand completely :) but it was nicely put! your style is great. *messenger


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