Thursday, February 28, 2008

Can't hide



He tried to appear kempt
although a string hung
from his jacket sleeve
bearing the price he had paid
.
Attempting to impress like a fresco,
a mural on the most crisp,
white linen background, ninety nine
of one hundred percent pure

Buttonholes dilated from wear
made it obvious to all
that rather than champagne taste
he'd often swig wine vinegar

6 comments:

paisley said...

i did not give you permission to use my picture!!!!LOL

this was great!!!!

Michelle Johnson said...

Wine vinegar. Now that leaves my mouth in a twist. I love your poem. And, Paisley's picture compliments it well. Have a nice day.

noahthegreat said...

Wine vinegar sounds so displeasing.

Good job.

tumblewords said...

Oh, this is wonderful. 'To swig wine vinegar' leaves me puckered! Love this!

Russell Ragsdale said...

Everybody's caught it, You give us a sensation to finish the poem. Enjoyed!

LittleWing said...

your words and photo make well a vision of.. something we'd all like to think of as imaginery... but all too real... excellent