UnEverything

testing one testing two....

I tumbled into a coil of barbed wire
while tripping on real LSD
unhurt, unphased, unscarred, untangled
unmemorable except for metaphorical images
filed in my photographic memorial morgue
to use when I need reminders of how I can hurt                  

by choice in the wrong places at the wrong times
using the wrong company to alleviate
temporary melancholy only made matters worse
leaving larger gaping holes
in an already limping psyche

unwanted yet necessary self-reflections
give hindsight a cringing appeal
like Sunday highway accidents
involving families and church vans
We don't want to admit we get a rush from either

some things brain stain us
produce change in us
make us face us
in un/funhouse images
moved way beyond Rotten.com or bmezine.com
2-D grotesque visceral images
are shrugged off or tattooed on  
as we bore us with been there done that
got the scarification in hipster white
on my forearm with matching belt

and I silently scream from twisting inside out
through barricades down memorylanes
strewn with mind trapped time bombs
masquerading as points of reference

Reviews

[Narnie]

brain stain.

Nobody does this poetry better than you. I don't feel a heart tug for you... I just see art, is that awful?

I must say it's liberating reading work of an author who isn't there (heheh)... but I do truly love your work. I wonder where you are now. Will be back to read more later.

[Lora]

I was captured by the first stanza, but your fourth just blew me away.

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This is quite lovely is an aesthetically deranged sort of way. I regret that I have to nits to constructively pick, which might simply be because I am poetically illiterate. I especially like "got the scarification in hipster white
on my forearm with matching belt." Ah, happy times...