Dark Poetry #4 |
Sleep on a Radiator(Common sense) |
The Jackal Member
since 1999-08-13
Posts 426Springfield, Massachusetts U.S.A |
Precious few guarantees and other assorted guilty pleasures swirl around this once dense head We are sisters of saints and we’ve made such a mess we are allowed a carnal pleasure or two Insufferable is teeth and I place no bother unto you, Here to lie, to prosper and teeter on a breaker When you place the world in the hands of liars and their betters this almost makes sense Dante’s recollection is hitting close to home Faces depart into the dark; matches without their flames Your scream is far too permanent we want you transient Crippled by communication I limped home to your waiting arms Found you wading in the belly of the beast, content because movement hurts so much You were too crippled for communication so I did what you would do for me I ripped you apart with common sense; to shred and mingle with like minded individuals They inhale you and you settle in their throats; where they laugh and cough and gladly spit you out New lovers are nervous and tender, but smash everything. For the heart is an organ of fire |
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Purity Senior Member
since 2001-11-20
Posts 526Once Upon, USA |
Awesome, Jackal! Deep, dark and extremely well structured. I absolutely love (and commonly invoke) this type of free style writing where lines seem long, but must be so to make the point with a poignant flame. I truly enjoyed this. Thanks! Wings bruised from turning away in such confined space...Not broken...still healable...still feathered with life, somewhere |
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