Number One Fan

Number One Fan

A Poem by Crowley
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Hmmmmmm.....not sure.

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Number One Fan

 

You walk in, ready for love in perpetuity

To find me sitting catatonic, isolated

Your scream rains on my head like candy and glitter

Rage left over from your father’s covert fumblings

 

You grip the hammer with two hands

And smash my cold stare, ruthlessly

I’m a cracked mirror with satin teeth, luminous

You pick shards from your eyes, makeup askew

 

The only sound left is that of the fan

Oscillating for you and you alone love

Blowing sweet notes of hope and contrast

It is now, your number one fan

 

© 2010 Crowley


Author's Note

Crowley
This is what you get when I get no sleep....so there.

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I coulda told you not to lie down on the couch.....Im sorry I was busy burning my life down....Ill pay better attention to detail this time....you cant reap me..Ive already died.

Posted 6 Years Ago


This one really hit a chord with me.......thanks for sharing it :)
Peace
Robin

Posted 14 Years Ago


you did pretty damn good for no sleep. very nice

Posted 14 Years Ago


I’m a cracked mirror with satin teeth, luminous
You pick shards from your eyes, makeup askew

jeezum crow.. that is an intense pair of images. i had a feeling when i saw the title this would be a dark one, and you didnt disappoint, but you also slid in some absolutely brill phrases.. just.. wicked!

Posted 14 Years Ago


My suggestion? Sleep less often. It's crazy when you're sleep deprived and all the thoughts just slip out of you just like an endless rant. Well done. It's different.

Posted 14 Years Ago


Interesting. I agree, its pretty good for no sleep. I like that it has a strong feel to it and yet still maintains a sense of mystery and longing.

Posted 14 Years Ago


Pretty darn good for no sleep! lol
I'm enjoying these late night rambles
from my night owl friends.
The 2nd stanza is my favorite one.
I can understand "father's covert fumblings"
though I love my father dearly.

Posted 14 Years Ago


This is the reason why i strongly believe sleeping pill is injurious to poetic conceit.. lol..if sleeplessness can gift u with such creations, better be with it.. and never sleep for readers' sake.. lol...

wonderful piece of poetry.. :)

Posted 14 Years Ago


surreal. like a dali painting with a power strip. tons of pain here, and a lot of ruminating. i hope the white noise eliminated some of it.

Posted 14 Years Ago



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Crowley
Crowley

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