social hypothermia

social hypothermia

A Poem by Nobody.

social hypothermia

 

*
sick rabble of sound,
like when laughter
breaks into a cough-

ing spell multiplied

by a seasick ocean

liner.

**

I have spun the ragged

verbal threads
into a sonic quilt;
a cheap reproduction
of  a finely tuned cacophonic

Afghan to wrap around my
derelict demeanor.
In the design, the chatter
of dull teeth is still evident;
woven into the mood-swing
like a possessive demon
snaked around my brittle
grey spine. If she speaks to me

again, I won’t last the night.

 

***

the crowd turns rancid,

and the room spins like

a malfunctioning centrifuge.

I tell a bearded stranger

that I love her, and crumple

to a stack of witty lies.

warm silence lasts

for only a dark tic.

then, the garbled drone

rolls over my corpse like

an arctic blast. I’ll

never learn to live

this cold.  

© 2011 Nobody.


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This kind of social intercourse is anathema to me that not even strong drink can make bearable. I'll never learn to live that superficial.

Great capture of the whole scene.

I have spun the ragged
verbal threads
into a sonic quilt;
a cheap reproduction
of a finely tuned cacophonic
Afghan to wrap around my
derelict demeanor...



Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Fascinating in its derangement.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Weird, I guess I never experienced this kind of insanity to truly understand it. Either way, this piece rocks.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Writing my Biography, eh? Sometimes the truth
is edgy...this one is razor sharp.

(I don't live that way anymore, thank goodness)

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This kind of social intercourse is anathema to me that not even strong drink can make bearable. I'll never learn to live that superficial.

Great capture of the whole scene.

I have spun the ragged
verbal threads
into a sonic quilt;
a cheap reproduction
of a finely tuned cacophonic
Afghan to wrap around my
derelict demeanor...



Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

damnation man
having a good day?

lol

this one is rife with vivid imagery (as usual)
almost a hallucinogenic nightmare circus

a couple spots really blew my mind:

"If she speaks to me
again, I won’t last the night."

to end that stanza ... whoa

and of course the bearded stranger bit...

your stuff should have a warning label

"caution may cause feelings of insanity,and/or lapses in reason. do not read while intoxicated"

and i mean that in a good way



Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Like a sick nightmare through a freak show circus. F*cking loved it!

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I think I could knock back a few with this narrator. Seems like he would know where all the seedy joints are. Gripping imagery, sir.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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