Why Masochism?A Poem by Captain UglyInspired by a thesis I just read.
Why does Pretty fancy Pain? Perhaps Dead is numb and longs for a taste. Perhaps Plenty is bored, and longs for the waste. Perhaps Truth is cold, and remembers warmer dreams.
Seems rich corpses burn with lust for golden screams and beg the beggar for a taste of his hurt; majestic tragedy of human ache. Remember when Life lived?
Could Holy remember Filthy fondly? Are cold clean hands lonely for hot thighs? Perhaps noble instruments can’t be tuned with lies. Seems shiny dogs dressed in regality and piety still pant.
Do pedicure feet still long to dance? Do safe inland homes want ocean edges. As childlike eyes crest their protective hedges, there must be such familiar sweetness in poor old ugly.
Is life silver circlets running from nothing to nothing with precious curves seeming so mundane? Mystery of emptiness is always in view. Does fullness want for the hole?
Why does Pretty fancy Pain? Why does strange Crazy entice Sane? Why does dry warmth want for cold rain? Perhaps a clean white garment misses it’s stains. © 2009 Captain UglyFeatured Review
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