- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Devolution
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stares longingly upon the coldness of space,
frantically sucking the poison air
spewed by its mother's volcanic acne.
Four billion years later,
a plume of toxic ash
soars above its starving mouth.
The twin towers have fallen.
- COMMENTS
PoissonSurLaLuneover 12 years agoA really beautiful invocation of life's self negating nature. The striking contrast between the long, slow development of life and its violent destruction is jarringly well presented.
WillowedCabinover 12 years agoTo be honest, I had absolutely no idea what to do with this poem. At first, I was caught up with the fact that you had just made the image of a 'mother's volcanic acne' And then suddenly, this is all about the twin towers. My conclusion is that this is either A) a heady satire on view of 9/11 B) serious, and thus executed rather poorly or C) I'm full of shit and this is good work--that I have missed the point. Any of these might be applicable.
