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Write No Cliches ... Pull No Punches ... And Keep Going All Night
Can I confess to you the horrors of a forgotten mind?
The gargling and spitting of bile-digested terror
Set for breakfast, sans candle and wine
Making the time the diner menu
For the staring
For the rubbing
For the hold on the bible’s lines
With no blinking noticeable at the ticking tock
Work showing the grit n’ maw, sent up knocking
Three times for good luck, but that mirror image
All broken, stabbed my foot as I got off
For the blood
For the control
For nothing n’ the more
Cause design wasn’t justice enough, to
Hold up my jaw from the floor, brightly wicked
Wordy speeches, talked the partners to off themselves
Decorating darling naked, the theater, full of noose chandeliers
For lack of eyes
For lack of wit in years
For now, all of nothing in me lives here.
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I liked the subtle rhyme scheme of this.
Is "chandeliers" written in a different font deliberately? If yeah, did you intend us to hear it in a different voice? [just curious what sort]
Pretty dark with some interesting imagery that challenges the reader [well, this reader anyway] to concentrate on what the poet is aiming to convey.
I enjoyed it. Cheers.