A vamp with one too many syllables choked out bulging eyeballs blind to the implication of art in words free for the thinking men lured by women undressed from emotions left staring at children hungry with bloated stomachs crying for a mother’s love…. and she has none.
I've not been reading your work long, but to my mind, ya never LOST it! This one is powerful in its imagery, maintaining that sense of discomfiture that your work often houses...that "edge." Good writing, Robert.
Oh I love this style of poem..one where the immediate meaning is sometimes unclear and it requires re-reading several times ...it's like you slowly peel back the layers exposing the poems core....food for the mind
Just wish I could write this stuff..but i've tried and I can't seem to make it work
Ahh well..I'll just have to content myself with my sweet sappy stuff and read yours to satisfy that niggle!
"What is a friend? A single soul dwelling in two bodies." -Aristotle
Thanks David and Tess I look forward to reading your poetry also!!
To each his own Tess....is what I have always heard. I tried other poetry..... I mean styles and it is like work..... I have a job already...I don't need two. So, I make it fun, poetry that is.......it should be fun!!
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