the local Feel Rite pharmacy
now sells "Clear Consciousness"
contact solution -
absolution dilute,
a no rub world view windex:
everything glimmers
with an innocent halo effect
it helps me, sometimes
get through the everyday
without crushing guilt
when I was young
cars drove peacably -
now I picture mosks
exploding in four cylinders;
burning tanks' caustic smoke in tailpipes.
filling my car with rust clouded gas
I said
I can't see a solution,
and nothing is absolute
I can't see
until
Clear Consciousness saves me,
until the next fill up. then
I'm a habitual user
to stave off the visions
of covered women brutalized
like Titus' Lavinia:
forever silenced mouths
and limp cotton where once
were firm, elegant hands
and of men who donate blood
to the insatiable desert
despite the best war machines
tax dollars can buy
Author notes
another not totally finished....still thinking about it, but I wanted to get it down somewhere in the format I sort of liked
Written October 16th, 2006
What did you think
Comments
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I like the ending. I think it fits quite well, kind of like a puzzle of words. It was a great poem, I would not change a thing. The last few lines had undeniable truths to it, I like that. I would like to see more like it.
Have a dreamy day,
~*PointLessOne*~ -
It is so so so close to being finished..It is great, I really love it.
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It's an interesting poem. I like it; There's nothing negative I can say...Good job. I'd say you're pretty close to being finished.
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It's different, I usually read rhying only poems not free verse, but I liked this one and can see what your saying. Great job. ~Eclipse
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