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Click hereI tell myself, "I need to bulk up anyway"
Others: "Yeah, I've been trying to put on a few pounds, so..."
What does it matter when each new tick on the scale
Each stomach roll giggling at me as I crouch over
Furious, typing, scrolling over this window into
A field of infinite vision and delight: me
Deterred by distraction
Mind caught hanging on that last penis
Bouncing off that round ass free-falling down my dash
Riding the waves of those finely sculpted abs
I'll relapse into fewer meals, longer gym-trips
I'll relinquish myself to the gnawing self-loathing of dissatisfied
Overconcerned gays, overconscious homos that consume me
Overreliant on looks, polished pearls, sculpted jaws, defined frame
Staring for hours, almost mindless
The sheer, cold glass of my mind
Meets physical foil
The mirror, really foily in its gleam, barks back hate
"You are not, you are not, you are not good enough!
You can be, so be, why don't you?!"
Maybe positive? No
"You sick, pudgy, mindless fuck!
Eat, slobber, smoke, drink it away!"
No still there
Still eating me the way my body won't eat fat, eat calories
I feed you, body!
Eat them and be done with it
The, the, the slow-revolving collision-scene of self-image
Rubberneck your way to self-indulgence
You've been there, you're there
The saccharine self-loathing of an adolescent mind
Spectacle, no less
mainly because it's a supremely uncomfortable read: full of loathing and desperate dickering (pun sort of intentional). Any poem that evokes this kind of discomfort in me as a reader is a very effective poem. Any poem that creates a successful mood is good in my book.
I agree with 1201 that the two lines he noted--
A field of infinite vision and delight: me
and
"You are not, you are not, you are not good enough!
center the poem and give it purpose. Both great lines. That second one and the poem overall kinda has a Prufrock feel to me.
I will read more from you. You have a gift for poetry imho.
good tactic:
"You are not, you are not, you are not good enough!..."
when something stupid is being said, stick it in someone else's mouth
this I find priceless:
A field of infinite vision and delight: me
:me, bizarre end line, other people might not, but I like this kind of shit,
on the down side
The saccharine self-loathing
is kind of cliched, trite, not overly but it is part of the ending
5ed