Visine and Ear Plugs

Visine & Ear Plugs

 

If I covered my ears with both hands,

pillows,

headphones,

ear plugs,

the vampire bite of vodka,

the sweet kiss of nicotine,

the promise of a new day - masked by Visine,

would I still hear your voice?

 

Would your pleas to

help me,

hold me,

hug me,

wipe my tears away,

still ring in my ears like Christmas songs

on the first of January?

 

Could I gag you?

Would that make you stop

asking me -

why I bleed?

why I no longer smile?

how you can help?

should you come visit me?

 

What can I do

To make you understand?

It’s not about you -

It’s me.

 

I can’t cover my ears enough

I can’t drink enough

I can’t smoke enough

I can’t love enough

I can’t f**k enough

I can’t eat enough

To get full.

Reviews

[Wicahpi]

hard to do when empty ... and not fulfilled
with what once was. This is brilliant!!

[Rowan Tyler]

The overwhelming need is so tangible within this poem. Its beauty is in its dark honesty. I love it.

[Dane Osborne]

Great piece i like this. We are just spoiled little kids who suck a*s for our allowance and then cut the money to shreds with scissors when we get it.We try to attain things and are never satisfied with them. We build shrines to our wants and desires as we sit and cry at the infinity of dark skies and the injustice of pain. Ever read/heard of "journey to the end of the night" by celine? There is a passage in it where the narrator talks about how no matter what tragedy or commotion is going on we always make time for our passions and vices, soldiers jack off in while they're at war and people f**k after funereals. We are just rusty machines that always need fuel.

This piece made me think and that's a good thing. Well done and kudos:)

[Alessander]

This is a very complete poem, in that you provide the reader with imagery, anaphora, rhetorical balance, raw emotion. The theme seems like it's a damsel in distress that doesn't or can't be saved by the more than willing knight in shining armor. This is a true tragedy in the sense that the characters insatiable desires or bottomless emptiness (last stanza) traps her in the lower circles of a hell she herself creates and acknowledges. All the galloping knight can do is keep riding to the next one...

[Nik Dendera]

'Vampire bite of vodka'-really nice image!

Like the reviews below, I agree with having to hit the lowest of the low and only then being able to see which way you're heading.

The whole thing reads like a cold slap to the face, but its one you actually want; its brutal and kind of vulnerable, painful in a way. Though I read it as being slightly distant.

Excellent piece!

[Taylor H.]

I'm making up for reviews I haven't returned. So you may get a few from me depending :). OK, This was a great poem! The second stanza was my favorite. I loved the line about the Christmas songs in January. Wonderful poem.

[Erin Lee]

thanks, coyote. you are so right about needing to fall to that lowest level. sometimes, it even has the magical effect of bringing our writing to a higher point. ;-) anyway, ty for the review

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem is more then amazing. The statements were strong and the poem struggle to see daylight is strong in your words. Sometime we must fall to the lowest level to be able to see the light or dead end. A outstanding poem.
Coyote