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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Pretty Is


Andrej Pejic


Pretty is as pretty does
but you
You're some kinda pretty, baby
And pretty does what pretty wants

You could rip my heart clean outta my chest
and nail it to the wall
I'd call it art, baby

You could tear all the pages right outta my favorite books
and burn them to make a fire
I'd thank you
for keeping us warm

Yeah
You're that kind of pretty, baby

You could steal all my money
my clothes
my drugs
I'd just kiss your sweet cheek
for cleaning out the clutter

Pretty is as pretty does
but you
You're mighty pretty, baby
and everything you do
is right pretty too.

8 comments:

nene said...

timely, smart, true. Found out early in my life that 'pretty' is a relative term and short lived.
I prefer 'attractive'.

Gracias, mi amiga

Mimi Foxmorton said...

Wow........
I think I loved that person once............
;)

Fireblossom said...

That lurv! Or close enough, baby. I love this love this love this love this.

And, oh, does this make me think of someone. :-)

Brian Miller said...

ha this is an interesting one...and pretty does as it wants...and just thank you for clening out the clutter...both made me laugh a bit...

darev2005 said...

Sometimes we get a little blinded by pretty, don't we?

Fireblossom said...

My comment should say "That's" lurv. Teh Typonese, I speakz it.

Pat Tillett said...

Now that's pretty! I fell into that trap once. Believe me once was a enough...
Really good poem!

Pat Tillett said...

Now that's pretty! I fell into that trap once. Believe me once was a enough...
Really good poem!