I. Overture
Sutures
Joining
Migraine
Rebounding
Echoes
And echoes of echoes
Of echoes and echoes of echoes and echoes of
Eyeballs
Popping
Capillaries
Sounds of
Bitter echoes of cracking
Of sounds bouncing of echoes of pounding
Within
II. Limbo
Remember when that nurse
Thought you were harmless?
How she giggled
When you ran your hand up and down
Her stockinged, vericose-veined leg?
Count the hours,
The days, the weeks
Before she decided to say
Something
Some don't know
A good thing
When his eyes are bulging at her
Lovingly
III. Mug Shot
Circulate
Electronic waves
Pushing against
Pushing against
Skull plates
Spread around
Shitty emails
Send, don't read
Send, don't read
Notoriety
Unfound
Bloodshot!
IV. Three-in-One
Wheelchair squeaks--
No wonder I seem so short!
I spit in my palm
And enter your thoughts
To feed you such dreams
That one with this small head can't dream,
To tell you to wear
White hose over
Cottage-cheese legs rocking
Vericose veins
Inching, digging
With hands blistered by rubber
My brain atrophies
My brain atrophies
V. Offender
They've found you
Curling like Tom Selleck's chest hair
Doing what no one else would dare
Standing from your wheelchair
A Turkish sword
Against your fused skull
Castrated troubadour
Strumming his impotence
Against your hot breath
Defiant of death
Glands shitting sweat
VI. Sinus
Pressure
Displeasure
If only I could look the way that
I see you
If only you could see the way that
I see you
Primal
No denial
If only you could be the way that
I'm with you
If only I could be the way that
Gets me you
VII. Basics
Be the heart, the truth, the start, the youth
Don Bluth, the strong, the fine, the wrong, the spine
That first meaningless smile
Asphalt, dust, coyote's wile
Be full-spent, the Fear? God-sent-- repent!
You went absent
Oh, unguent:
Yeah, flesh was rent!
Waterlogged head
Animus fed
The spirit lives again!
VIII. The Spirit Lives Again
They wink at me
From millions of years ago
As if they knew
What I was thinking
I see dead light,
I hear dead laughter,
But what are they really after?
Who could guess?
Who's here to say "Yes"?
I'll be the dust
That gives birth
To others that would ask the same questions
Even here
I could defecate
The matter that would feed larvae:
I should never die
IX. The Futility of the Supremacist Mindset
No matter:
Virgin cousins scatter--
And I'll inherit the Earth?
Beat sister
Build where a twister
Will leave me such a dearth?--
But I'm the best
I passed the test:
I cannot tan
Yes, I'm the best
I've passed the test--
And I'm the Man!
X. Finale
Tell her to take some pride
In filing false charges:
No one will remember her name
But you...
While your head pounds, rebounds,
Know that you shall live forever
In our memories:
Echoes
And echoes of echoes
Of echoes and echoes of echoes and echoes of
Electric wave memories
Know that one day
You shall wink
Dead light upon us
While her stockings
Might become
A blind eye
That blinks back at joining
Sutures.
Please tell me what you think
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In don't know if I would list this under humor. It fits the picture of Brian Peppers that you linked to below, too. I have a hell of a headache today and the beat of this matches it well. Echoes of his face, as a kid, too. It is sad ..
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pain found within a disease that affects the body, and mind...
untter aloneless...
knowing that one has death
to look forward to.
keep penning on one stroke at a time!
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When you get a headache, you get one hell of a headache, don't you?
This pounded from top to bottom reminding me of some of my worst migraines. Resonant.
The story here, though, I got a little confused going through, I won't lie to you ..because you hate bullshit anyway.
Feels somewhat like a woman flattered who then realized she had room to complain and get something out of it. I may be wrong.
Oh..stand out lines:
"Wheelchair squeaks--
No wonder I seem so short!
I spit in my palm
And enter your thoughts"
Oh...yes. Perfect. That is so .. rude, yet so right.
Anyway, can't believe I missed this one!
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The poem is based on the story of Brian Peppers.
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oh - well that makes a lot more sense.
like how you incorprated this syndrome into the story
i actually wiki'ed it yesterday after i read this.
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A very nice poem :
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Gosh darn it Gio. You know I don't read anything longer than three lines.... or maybe five at the most!!!!!!!!
But what the hell...... I read it now and enjoyed the journey.
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This is a good poem. Mhm.
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I meet the most interesting words in your poems. Words that one doesn't find much in poetry (on this site).
I adore IX. Even the (sub-)title rocks.
(edit: I keep forgetting a b and ) makes a damn cool guy. I sure do wish they would have came up with a different combination for that. Sigh.)
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