Itching Thorns

On itching head, carrying torn and patched sack

Torn out in bruises of thorny vomits of emotions

Stuffed with the worms mating incessantly

 

Dreaded man’s nagging itch in dirty hairy head

Scratched the dirty hair, taught the sack,

Measure the dreams, bolt the emotions,

And crush the mating worms apart

 

Played on the seesaw up and down

Scales weighed the strengths, up and down

Ran around the clusters playing hide and seek

 

Mating starved hungry worms accused the sack

Swallowed vomits passionately to forget mating

Lost agility, inflated in the Intoxicating vomits

Itching Thorns excreted off the Ballooned worms

Stronger, sharp shredding the sack apart

 

Hair fell on the grounds to be fixed on bald head

Smoothened by the polish of dried dirt

Scratched thought, taught lessons to be lately

Capped with excreted thorn’s dirt cuddled, itching.

Reviews

[Ria Benthil]

Honestly, I am not sure how to approach this poem with interpretation, but I found it to be intriguing, clever, and unique. The speaker uses a quickened pace in style so it is difficult to remain by their side, but that is not a bad thing at all. On the contrary, it enticed me to digest those mating worms:P By the end of the poem, I thought perhaps the metaphor concerned a plethora of emotions, especially frustration because of the emphasis of itching. Perhaps the mating worms could represent the thoughts that were not coherent enough to reach, but itching to be expressed, so to speak. The sack that is introduced in the beginning indicates the entrapment of those thoughts, and the cue line that describes this is “Measure the dreams, bolt the emotions, And crush the mating worms apart.” The poem seems to find a remedy for the itching, but it sort gives a cliffhanger at the end. In my perspective, the itching or frustration will never cease to exist.

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem made me itch. It is amazing how people think. Talk about something and it effect the mind. The superb language and poem told a interesting tale. A very good poem. Beautiful words create a wild vision.
Coyote