Writer’s Island wanted Celebration poems. This one is lighter of heart than my last… guess who I am?
READY, SET, BLOW
I started off so fulsome
carefully dressed in white
that clung to my body
like Travolta’s ice cream suit.
OW! That burns,
but I am comforted by kisses
lips caressing me,
I am passed from friend to friend.
I’m the life of the party.
Aglow, the star of the show,
as the lava lamp flows,
bloop… bloop… bloop…
Minutes later, spent.
They’ve used me until I’m
a scrap of my former self
Now, the final indignity.
Out comes the roach clip
to pierce my remains.
© 2010 Amy Barlow Liberatore/Sharp Little Pencil
Previously published at Poetic Asides
Sharp Little Pencil 
Debbie
They wanted it . . .you delivered! ( talking about the poem! ha!) You blow me away by how much you write!!!!
Sharp Little Pencil
Debbie, thanks. I’ve been on a jag lately, which is good… except when I walk away from packing to scribble lines, because then I get caught up, and I do have a deadline.
So glad you liked this one. Peace, Amy
poetcolette
um… is it a bean burrito?
HAHA JK HAHA JK !!!! ;D
Sharp Little Pencil
I think you of all people should know better. wink
Peace, man, and, um… A
poetcolette
um… is that your wink or my wink?
O, tiddlywink!
;D
Sharp Little Pencil
Winken, Blinken, and Nod (which is what I should be doing right now, but it’s 5 am and could not sleep.
poetcolette
I still think it’s a bean burrito though! 🙂
Sharp Little Pencil
OK, whatever floats your boat, hon!!! Just think Sinatra: Doobie, doobie, doo…
uponthewingsofnight
Just remember….the more U’s in the word “dude”, the more stoned you are.