immobile artifice
immoral statuary
of curled lips
ponderous predilections
hammer gamma rays
into collar-bone shards
of lust and fallacy, phallus
shaped skiffs upon stream
of consciousness running
toward empty seas
of tomorrow
buy yesterday to change
the way you dress
and advertise lies
you should think
upon all that is said and read
red doesn’t always mean blood
hounds on scent of peonies
in the garden behind your house
where you buried past
and the next door neighbor
nobody knows trouble
you’ve seen just like the song
keeps playing on every station
based in this town you keep living
like it’s the only place on earth
super massive maw
of a monster that you could
compare to something in outer
space eaters filling the bowls
with noodles of soft brained
astronauts in electrical ether stealing
away the people’s names
and if names have power
and some one takes your face
then who are you anyway?
if you were to become
nameless
faceless
would you be any
different than you
are right now?
all of these things
i feel on my toes
in black-top dirt
and the worms keep whispering
‘get it right’
maybe, maybe
they are dissatisfied.
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To be honest this poem it’s pretty long and someone can easily lose track (almost in my case) but the ends make it clear to me.
Thanks for sharing!
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I appreciate you taking the time to read and comment 🙏
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Wonderfully profane !
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thank you sir!
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❤ You da bomb!
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Thanks K🙏🖤
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❤
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Long poems are difficult. I think you handled it well, maintaining focus. Well done!
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Thanks Henna🙏🖤
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Powerful words. 👍☺
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Thank you 🙏
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Entranced by this piece
“hounds on the scent of your peonies
in the garden behind your house
where you buried the past”
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thanks C, nice to have you come round again!! 😉
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Reblogged this on A Global Divergent Literary Collective and commented:
Oldepunk/RamJet Poetry
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honored as always
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Every time I read your work I aim to rise to your challenge. You combine an amazing vocabulary and stunning gut punches over and over 🙂
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Thank you so much AP. I feel the same about your work 🙏🖤
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The word play is brilliant !
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Thank you very much Alexa! 🙏🖤
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Love the sweet disdain of your voice here.
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Thanks Henna 🙏🖤❤️
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