Hit Home Palindrome

anuary 8, 2011 / 11:18 pm

Life will f*****g
Roll over you.
You’re sitting there.
Everything is cool.
In fact, things are
Better than cool.
Chillaxin by the park
Scenario. SMACK
What the f**k was
That? Where did it
Come from? Dang, girl.
Turn around, shake head.
Friends gone. Love
Teetering on the brink.
Basic human needs in
Danger of not being met.
Dang, girl. Gotta stop
Lingering in park, loving
The pauses between action.
Dust off, where to next?

Hold my hand. I’m strong
Enough for two. Who actually
Says that? But it’s true.
Hardwired for hard times.
And when the end becomes the
Beginning, we know we’ve hit
Pay-dirt. When the sun no longer
Blinds, when we sleep sound,
When the joy can seep back in;
Skin to skin, lips to lash, heart to
Head to halo. We’ll know we’re
Home, no more rolling stone.

Reviews

[theludus]

this is a bit informal for my liking, despite that prejudice, and exposure to too many failed attempts (and authorship of plenty too)

i did like it damn it.

when trying to pick out a favorite portion of the poem, i have to go to the close
and copy paste it as a block because each idea lends momentum.

Hold my hand. I’m strong
Enough for two. Who actually
Says that? But it’s true.
Hardwired for hard times.
And when the end becomes the
Beginning, we know we’ve hit
Pay-dirt. When the sun no longer
Blinds, when we sleep sound,
When the joy can seep back in;
Skin to skin, lips to lash, heart to
Head to halo.


quite a risky poem with the informality 'n all, but I reckon you pull it off.