Rip in Peace

dun judge me just the poem, aie?

Ripping in peace- you take the vibrations to be
a mood in the city too common, but this
is the sound of bliss turned around from
a fistfull of crying cutters. The higher
the pitch the sweeter the risk, the silence
whispers to the heart of its traits; obscene
fates winging forward and up to night-
cloud that waits. Some you hear of
cry for fear of the transient whisps
of a joy, and soon join the ranks of
nothing, in another dimension, victims
of suicidal transitions. One moment
waiting the overtone out; it haunts
like a needle's absense, where the skin
holds itself together. Did you find
the note? At its summit in her
drawer, firefly-bright in bloody rubble,
an army of muddled wills in
unholy testament, accept her apologies.
In a red hand, claws the air above
her head for your cries but we know better-
Let her rip in peace.

Author's Note

did this one a while ago and forgot about it. i envy the me that wrote it. it's this style that appeals to me the most when it comes to my own writing. doesn't matter if you guys like it or not, it makes me happy. and it only happens once in cold while.

Reviews

[TLK]

There's so much imagery here that I'm not sure what the poem is truly about. The bit that resonated most strongly with me was: "One moment waiting the overtone out; it haunts like a needle's absense, where the skin holds itself together", as it is as if the skin has a conditioned response to the syringe. And that reminded me of the book Naked Lunch, and when you remind me of Naked Lunch that is a good and crazy thing.

[dreaming dame]

I can see this is very personal, hard to see through the curtain of self. Well written though:)

[Coyote Poetry]

Strong description and a lot of bad energy in the words. I enjoyed the poem. I like the visions create by lines that are direct and cold. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote