An Exercise In Glass And DecayA Poem by Kenneth The Poet "A tough poem to describe."
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The glass house… The female form… The refracted light… The shutterbug craves the obscenity of the moment The model craves the sincerity of the duration The shutterbug, all modest behind the angled barrel The model, craving the feel of the successive snaps II. Click… Pull… Click… Pull… Click… Pull… Whirling around to the final click… Forever immortalized on acetate, eight by thirteen The headstone to a career when age was just a myth Five thousand clicks and flashes Just another twenty-one gun salute III. The camera flash… The wrinkle… The muzzle blast… The exit wound… Every single shot is one tiny fraction away from the end The surrender to chemistry and physics is inexorable The decay affects the acetate and the carbon shell Even the five elements cause the headstone to crumble From dust we came and to dust we shall return Substance, all are subject to the force of decay IV. No matter the display, the housing is made from glass It’s the same as it ever was, future, present and past © 2011 Kenneth The Poet |
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Added on May 17, 2011 Last Updated on May 19, 2011 Author
Kenneth The PoetBismarck, NDAboutKenneth The Poet is an optimist wrapped in the candy shell of moroseness and cynicism. He lives between the two parallels marked 46 and 49, all while living in the state marked 39. He pretends that he.. more..Writing
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