SERPINS OX pt.1 Anagram of my Youth

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I stumble along streets,
Bathed in the Sodium glow of streetlights,
Weak at the knees and drunk,
But not from the liquid nectar, water of life.
Intoxicated on the vacuous vapours,
Of her well worn charms.

Soiled clothes cling,
Moist with the sweat of my bitten and bruised torso,
I catch the taste of blood in my mouth,
And a rush of degradation tinged with satisfaction.
The blend and balance of my acts,
Sculpted by her guiding hands.

My pace is slowed,
By the cigarette burn on the heel of my foot,
No pleasure in the pain,
But a welcoming and warming comfort.
The scorch a reminder,
Of when I was so young and vestal.

How long since,
I was last alive and breathing,
How long since,
I shed a tear or cracked a smile,
How long till,
I’ll be animate and feeling,
With my head down, and my eyes closed,
And my throat wide open.

Until I come full circle,
Do unto others,
What has been done to me,
And do unto you now,
What has been done to me.

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bluerainsbluerainsabout 19 years ago
some interesting

lines with much texture..provoked much thought! blue

ReltneReltneabout 19 years ago
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I agree about the end of line commas. The end of a poetic line is normally a pause in itself (but not always).

I like this poem, but I am pushed away a little by the intermixing of the overly common and the infrequently used words. They don't blend for me; rather they clash in my ear.

My Erotic TaleMy Erotic Taleabout 19 years ago
mention

your poem was mentioned on the thread

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Syndra LynnSyndra Lynnabout 19 years ago
This poem

prowls like an animal. I really like the second stanza. It feels very sexy.

annaswirlsannaswirlsabout 19 years ago
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some nice lines in here (I will come back for detail) I just wanted to say that I found there to be many more commas than needed, it really made me pause when a pause was not needed. I will come back with comma blinders and read it again because it is well worth a second trip.

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