Tialopsis

Tialopsis

A Poem by IComeAnon
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Pronounced "Shallow Seas"

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Sunlight, moonbeams, she's drowning in a stream

She hit her head, rock bed with baseball-T sleeves

Grab and pull apart the chance dice across the ice

And everything feels riskier in winter-time drives

 

In the half-light the wolves don't bite

Restraint not shown by the beasts in her life

Sugar-white creek banks, cocaine, she is drowning

She'd swallow stars if gravity didn't hold her hard

 

Bottom-floor atmosphere, your stop is here

the blackbird-bellhop says as she sheds a tear

He takes her up a piece at a time in the rain

And I swear her coconut shampoo was there in the air

 

Sex and algebra, the secrets leak

Deep in the ocean, caught fish of the weak

She goes face down and drowns, she could easily stand

But her legs are left weak by my weak, comforting hands--

© 2010 IComeAnon


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MY GOODNESS A MERCY - This rocks. I enjoyed this especially your last stanza. Speaks like a revelation. enjoyable

Posted 14 Years Ago


It's mysterious,
and yet quite blissful to read.
A dark side, I like the chill.

In my opinion, you have a different way of writing then the majority of people I've been reading from, and I'd like to say that I love it.
Keep up the great work.

Posted 14 Years Ago


hahaha You had to be baked out of your mind when you wrote this... but.... it's also pretty brilliant. Actually saying it aloud is a joy, and, really, that's what poetry is at the core... just a bunch of sounds that make us feel something indefinable.

This goes somewhere good. Hats off to you, fine stranger.

Posted 14 Years Ago


i love this. beautiful, although somewhat chilling.

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Added on October 11, 2010
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IComeAnon
IComeAnon

Lake St. Louis, MO



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A Poem by IComeAnon