- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Singularity of Salvaged Debris
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Click hereI'm a poem.
Essence squeezed from between clenched teeth,
trickled down an aching jaw
and fallen to a fever ignited
in the blink of an island perished.
Augustinus, Ansgar and angst will have you this time,
tie you to the conquistador's wheel
and titter in glee
as the last remains of Europa as we knew it
pass into darkness.
The heavens sing no more.
Ethics are laughing stock
at the end of iron tipped floggers.
But I'm a poem,
and I will prevail.
Churning my mantra relentless,
until Thebes resurrected,
Acropolis elevated,
tint the sky opaque once more
and the old songs echo.
Because all that is will remain,
and all that never were will eventually not be
again, when I break free.
I'm a poem.
Somebody,
please listen
to me.
- COMMENTS
lindianaalmost 19 years agoThis one is my favorite of yours. So wonderful. Such talent. Thank you for sharing.
Anonymousabout 19 years agoYour titles are outstanding reflections of your poetic sense. Listening, heard and mulling in the salvaged essence of the work.. nicely done
Du Lac~
ishtatabout 19 years agoThere's a lot packed in here and it needs multiple reads but is well worth it. Thanks
Bridget69about 19 years agoyou are a poem which endlessly offers enchanting words and visions, just as this one has.
Wanton Vixxxenabout 19 years agoand the poem itself was zen hypnosis! Totally entranced Me with its silky flow and captivating images. Probably the most beautiful debris I have ever seen! You were one hundred percent truthful with this one, Liar <smile>
Vixxx
My Erotic Tailabout 19 years agoI liked the way it floewed first off then the topic became more clear and I love the way you put a reader into the 'skull' of an object as was with 'love letter' It's always a pleasure to read the zen masters of poetry <grin>(~_*) and I aint a liar <laughin':>
