#1 Audrey Horne
A grin before a smile, soft dances in rooms filled with beautiful madness. One hip swinging is all the chaos theory you will ever need. A crush that could make wine.
‘Agent Cooper, my tears are falling up towards Valhalla’
#2 Shelly Johnson
Broken dreams and scattered promises, like seeds in a junkyard.
So easy to love you
with your spider leg eyelashes and your sweet as berry pie wink.
There’s a little scream inside every smile.
#3 Special Agent Dale Cooper
‘Dianne…I’m upside down.’
Hair like polished shoes.
Coincidence is a word for fools. The future comes to you for advice.
Dreams littered with dwarves shaped like clues, you have the gift, Coop.
#4 Donna Haywood
Trying so hard to numb the bites, the goodness in you hovers around your toy cigarette smoke. You want so badly to be bad, wearing stolen sunglasses and nobody’s ring. You bend back and your brandy cream breasts rise up like cupcakes pretending to be soufflés. You bite your bottom lip, pink as a butterfly’s love bite.
#5 James Hurley
A boy who never stopped having nightmares.
Crayon storms in every look. Leather crunches.
You seem so sad, even wearing a helmet.
#6 Sarah Palmer
A white horse walks all sticky past your couch – even your hair is terrified of him. His tongue is a stolen snake and his eyes are slicing open your dreams. Why didn’t the angels tell you he was spooning you this whole time?
#7 Bobby Briggs
Trash bag donut insights and frozen supermarket ideas, you are the bobby pin in your true love’s hair, all tied up like a rubber-band ball, bouncing all over your good intentions.
#8 Major Briggs
Even a hot cup of joe can teach us something. Love’s red feather lives happily in the palm of your hand. Call for your underground heaven and it will be there.
But you already know that.
#9 Nadine Hurley
You’re a Twinkie with bruises. The one-eyed prom queen with hair like pussy fire.
A punch that would soften God’s hard-on.
#10 Big Ed Hurley
You know the gentle curl of every single line around both their eyes.
You are a man in love.
Your acceptance is a forest.
Tiny gentle thoughts lap across your brow when you watch her at work.
#11 Sheriff Harry S. Truman
She wants you for all the right reasons and all the wrong whispers.
Your girlfriend is a steaming honey bun filled with murder, Sheriff.
#12 Leland Palmer
When angels finally looked real all your pain had melted. You kissed a devil and let him float you like a balloon. Your elastic sentences told you later that all that blood was real.
#13 auraL remlaP
Too many gloved hands had touched her.
eyes, the colour of her lips
hair frozen in time
fingers full of words.
He took her and she crumbled like a fire.
It’s what she expected, that’s what happens when pain stops feeling like pain.
Suspender beltings and smeared lips.
It should’ve been so different.
What with everything being backwards, it’s convenient your name’s a palindrome, Bob.
You swallow lives like an oyster. Everyone has traced your face, sketched through a psychic blender of charcoal and pulp. Your smile bends like suicide. You walk like an acid spider made of slugs. Bitter is the taste of dead owls.
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This poem was originally published in A Slice Of Cherry Pie Poems inspired by Twin Peaks, put together by Half empty Half Full Press. It's a total cracker. Read some reviews here
