Until There Is Nothing

I know Venice is sinking.
And I know it won't live for me to see the Sistine Chapel.

I know Rome is in ruins.

 And I know Paris is just a sky scraper

 

But we all have dreams to travel.
Into the world,
Over the curves of another,
Down the aisle.

 

Who gives a s**t if it's all a little broken.

Reviews

[Sean Allen]

I recently read the book "The Popes Ceiling." dealing with Michaelangelos work on the Sistine Chapel. He wanted to continue just being a sculptor, but his work on the ceiling is considered his best.

In todays cold, I would rather be walking down an isle, preferrably a warm southern one.
And if Venice does sink, you can still see the ceiling, because it's in the Vatican in Rome.

[Budd Black]

I love how the last line makes the whole poem worth it. Sure it is all broken, but that is part of the beauty.

[Doctor Deathstab]

You write with imagination and fragmented thinking that distinguish you from other writers. I like your style so far.

[The Scanners See Sound]

I like how, er, 'in your face' it is, but it reminds me of one of the lovely homeless conspiracy theorists here in San Francisco.

Sure it's straightforward, and in your face, but once it's there it has little to say, and kind of smells weird.

Basically I think it could have been much better had it been longer, if for nothing else giving it a chance to have more depth.

[raining]

i dont want to say anything.

what comes to me:
curves of another says curved surface of the earth. best line
first four lines set up the rights to say the last four.
down the aisle, marriage to what? whom,
dreams to travel would normally be weak but isnt, why?

can it be spoken, some poems only exist with the who gives a s**t line
and you are still i think looking for an ending that gravitates toward revelation of something.

thanks, for letting me read your poems, you are truly good, you know this....so i am redundant.... raining

[Leboutaine]

Quite poetic and yet very straight forward and frank. Unsettling but calming, too. Just a great piece of in your face writing. It has a personality and I like it.

[.s h a d o w s i n s t ..]

Down the isle. Aisle?

This poem is in your face, hell yes it's all fucked up. So what? Deal with it, sort-of writing. I like, I like a lot.