I like your poetry because

Poetry...don't poetry...it's up to you but, I want you all to know that I love the way you work it when you decide to do that inky thing you do.

I like your poetry because

 

I feel your words like acorn-sized hale pellets

Pelting every inch of my existence.

 

Your pretty black stains smell of fresh battle and righteous sacrifice,

Nibble like rats on the carcasses of forgotten gods,

Dance like a mud-covered downtown bum in an uptown candle shop,

Spit damnation and fire as they glide across the smooth

Ice of self-assurance with both middle fingers extended.

 

Then, just when I want to loose a tribal scream

And smash and grab at the local churchhouse,

You turn love into flowers and laughter into biscuits

And the fragrance is joy and enlightenment.

 

But, just for a zen moment before

The waves crash in again.

 

I like the way your poetry hurts me…

 

Reminds me that I am a wounded barracuda

In a shark-infested fish tank,

And the stares from the other side of the glass

Want nothing more than to see me tortured,

Devoured and belched up

So they can remember that they, too, are still alive…

Still dangling from the thin mortal strand.

 

Something about Earth makes people choke on their grunts,

Impale themselves on their ink pens

And beat their keyboards hard enough to make

Them dizzy and lost; stumbling down the plank

That spans from Fucked to Foundation,

 

But you are immune,

And I read you as a way of begging for the anecdotal antidotes

You brew from tired sweat and frenzied life.

You fill me up with something foreign;

Like apple flavored whiskey or stringless salvation.

 

I want to go on Holiday to the west coast of your mind.

I may never return.

 

Author's Note

To all of you who fill me up....

Reviews

[Deactivated_BurningDemo..]

I feel exactly the same way about many writers here, yourself included. It's a powerful piece that I think I may have to favorite. I love the images you've created in my mind. I'll be thinking about them for a long time. This is a poem I won't soon forget.

[Maurice]

This poem describes well how I perceive much of what you write. A spectrum of images ranging from gentle to macabre, this poem is one I will remember for some time to come.

[Ruth]

WOW! And that brings around the beauty of all poetry! For your words, I return to you three, YOUR WORK ROCKS! lol xx

[Amy Bumpas]

A great tribute to all that fill you up...now I want to
go on my Holiday LOL!

[OT]

haha I quite like your poetry too... lol

no seriously - I love how you've made it kind of almost sweet (or as sweet as you can go) - but completely littered it with such macabre offerings - "impale themselves on their ink pens" - "choke on their grunts" - ha!! loved it - a favourite!

[freelancejouster]

ah, to hope that this is a little bit about me. your flawless, unquestioning expression of brain goo is always and forever brilliant and i lose myself within these smattered phrases, once again.

[jenniewren (J.W. Bouwma..]

the same could be said for what i feel for yours.. *smiles* how many times can i call a piece of yours "powerful" and not sound trite?

[Apathy To Empathy]

:) Lovely

[Jūdan FyreHeart]

=) A great way to explain the strength of emotion and dark recesses folk take their readers down through.

[Kerry O'Connor]

I think I needed to read something this kick a*s, today, SK, so that I can remember what it's all supposed to be about.

I want to go on Holiday to the west coast of your mind too. (Just leave the lady killers back East)