guilty as sin
my belly sucks in mud and dirt and flies
to fill the hole left by your abstraction
consuming anything I have to hand -
I’d eat rubber if I thought it would hurt
enough but nothing does; so I go on
cramming in the poison that numbs me
and when it gets too much I hit eject
pulling the plug on the night’s indulgence
today my mouth feels hollow, sores have formed
and ulcers gape in shameful exposure
if you could see me now, a broken doll
that crawls and spews and mewls and sprawls in spurts
of crooked silence, would you gulf the blot
and take my hand? for your sake I hope not
not a pretty poem
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Desi,
A bit masochistic and very gritty...
I like it.
Some difficult lines, if I may be so bold:
enough but nothing does; so I go on
cramming in the poison that numbs me
and when it gets too much I hit eject
pulling the plug on the night’s indulgence
Where would you be leading me here? Not sure...
But some very keen ones too...
if you could see me now, a broken doll
that crawls and spews and mewls and sprawls in spurts
This is great, I love the trudge from aw ew ew aw, wonderful wording.
A good piece says I.
--A.S.
A bit masochistic and very gritty...
I like it.
Some difficult lines, if I may be so bold:
enough but nothing does; so I go on
cramming in the poison that numbs me
and when it gets too much I hit eject
pulling the plug on the night’s indulgence
Where would you be leading me here? Not sure...
But some very keen ones too...
if you could see me now, a broken doll
that crawls and spews and mewls and sprawls in spurts
This is great, I love the trudge from aw ew ew aw, wonderful wording.
A good piece says I.
--A.S.
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thanks....it was difficult to submit this one. as for the difficult lines - i think i just wasn't brave enough to be more direct, so i may have bungled it a bit!
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On second read and basing from your reply, I say this is Dickinson-esque in terms of duplicious theming (if you could say that)...perhaps not death but something much more, eh, lusty...perhaps?
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it's interesting you should interpret it that way. it's actually about vomiting but i think the character in the poem probably abuses sex in the same way as food, drink, drugs....
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