The Tropics

^ I am a monster that belongs to a reality that does not exist yet,*

The madness

the mindfuckery

the word play and anger

the nihilistic blues

the lexus

plexus

sexus

the abhorrent language

the damage/brain damage

ripping poetry from

your guts, with a 

fetid sharpened claw,

I am your b*****d son,

my father,

Henry Miller I will find

and f**k yer bones,

Reviews

[barleygirl]

I have the utmost envy & reverence for poets who rip their guts out as you've described. Your poem imparts the authenticity of your sentiments. I love made up words & "mindfuckery" tops the charts! I love how the title & final couplet loop it all into a tropical wind chime (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[gram linski]

thanks Margie, is minfuckery a made up word, I'm sure I've read that somewhere before, possibly having flashbacks from my own writing,

[barleygirl]

Googling . . . I see mindfuckery is in the urban dictionary, but not the "official" one, so it's becoming a real word, I guess! In the process I uncovered "bullshittery" which truly must be used in a poem at once! *wink! winK!*

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i hurt just reading the "ripping poetry from / your guts, with a/ fetid sharpened claw"
powerful...
and the last for lines...
i like the blend of sex and poetry here...two themes coming together, one allegorical the other literal...
damn good stuff.
j.

[gram linski]

thanks j. pretty much described any Henry Miller book, a simple homage to a great writer

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Wow you sure know how to sweet talk the girls with such elegant and romantic poetry! As always so full of razor blades and hammers!

[gram linski]

the self harming goth chicks love it, lol,