A second chance

A second chance

A Poem by SkinlessFrank

if they were to

strap me down

upon the concrete bed

aside the

polished steel 

of the

Dairy Queen

machine

modified just for me

with the carnival calliope

and that special

polyethylene

hose

the "new car smell"

threaded

with such care

from

the

spigot

to

my

gullet


would i bear it well?

 

would i fight back

when they threw the switch

and the warm

slop 

began

to 

flow?

 

i’ve heard

it said

they sometimes

fill these machines with

medical 

waste


but

this tastes 

different

today

 

oh sure

i might struggle

even as 

my abdomen

distends

my fibres 

unravel

the tar 

seeps out from me

and

wets

my

spine

 

i might 

risk

everything

anything

for

a second 

chance

 

i might

but then 

again

© 2013 SkinlessFrank


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:) this is beautiful.
the honest pondering of hyperbolic images that cast a skewed reflection of the damage we strange little creatures so often inflict upon ourselves.

it's mildly insulting in the most delightful way. questioning the durability of the self under fire, questioning the daily activities of a race of creatures who want to think less and consume more all the time, questioning one's own will to continue existisng, alongside the will of an entire species, questioning if/if not the term "victim" applies when the one being poisoned is lapping the toxic agents like a cat at warm milk.......questioning is good

although I'm alost positive that the real answers to these questions would frighten us all to the point of shaking.

good poem.

cheers!
RG

Posted 13 Years Ago


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I think most don t recognize second chances because they expect The Sun shining brightly , Birds singing and something shiny and bright with that smell of 'new' , thusly they continue to plod along - in their worn out shoes along the path of the mundane , eyes cast downward hoping to not step on the cracks ..

Posted 12 Years Ago


This piece makes me think about my accident.Thankfully I was given a second chance.The road to recovery is hard,but atleast I'm alive and walking.Now if I could only write the way I used to.
The poem was well written,and I think could be taken in a number of diffrent ways.I'll think of it I'm sure if I go back to the Dariy Queen lol

Posted 12 Years Ago


I'm caring for my terminally ill husband and your poem hit me squarely between the eyes as it speaks of the stainless steel chill (much like the surgery room) and asks questions as to what one would accept in the situations that touch life in bringing close the death we must all accept.
Thanks be for the HUMAN closeness we support ourselves with as we must deal with ...it is what it is.
We have been touched with so many ill friends and relatives lately and I see it as the culmnination of all the toxicity born through the forties and fifties.
Its time we "cleanup" our act for the futre.
Your writing is keen and wonderful.

Posted 12 Years Ago


gave me chills just reading it
great work

Posted 12 Years Ago


There seems to be a surreal twist in mystic thought processes through your work love...I admire your poetry! Takes me to places where I can sit unsettled and comfortable at the same time whilst I decipher the imagery :) Intelligently woven - the reader can tell this is crafted to perfection...sterile, hard hitting and darn right brilliant! xoxo

Posted 12 Years Ago


Wonderful!
It was SMASH.... Superbly Managed And Stopped Heart
The words were brilliant and so was the flow.
I am not qualified to judge you, but still I say.. You are a Superb Writer.
Great Job!


Posted 12 Years Ago


The inhumanity of man. As a species, we continue to progress through the centuries, and yet we are still the same. A clever, thought-provoking write.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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A real, image laden, tour de force of a poem, that gets way under the skin. It hold the attention from first to last wwith choreographed lines that dance through the mind. Superb work and a pleasure to read. Beautiful in it's way, shocking in others. A great read.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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your so graphic..but this has a graceful elegance..not something I would usually associate with your work LOL but seriously the rhetorical question in the end is so subtle it lends the reader to ponder just a moment..superb writing...

Posted 13 Years Ago


I enjoyed reading your poem. It brought a smile to me face and a nod of the head in agreement. Good way with words and thoughts

Posted 13 Years Ago



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SkinlessFrank

Glen Sutton, Quebec, Canada



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