I'm gone for good.
in my muted campaign drinking boredom
across oblivion's soft sustaining pause.
hitting reverb to fuck the Catholic front
that forever backs my bullshit home.
filth explains death's false consolation
creeping desire's delusions that rattle
confusion with demonic precision.
and the Beach Boys sing "Don't Worry Baby",
Brian Wilson...acid aficionado.
trips suggest grandiose solutions
that laugh sanity into submission.
I'm gone for good.
twisted Coors Light mother-fuckers pose
for commercialism's temporal picture
leaving me listless waiting for heaven
to co-sign my visionary vodka fables.
and the little one calls on me to feed
him lies seeking refuge in contradictions
to ease pain vulnerable to the trap.
I'm gone for good.
A contest entry
- Poet's Choice III by Luna Tique Fringe.
1750 points, ended May 25, 2008, 26 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
done
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This is as intense as the first time I read it. It's as raw as an exposed nerve.
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An enjoyable piece of poetry, I feel like throwing a bottle of vodka down my neck no, not the contents, just the bottle! A good dark poem.
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I have really missed your poetry and it's been good to see a piece from you! This was really emotive, excellent piece, with a great deal of intensity! Hope your keeping well.
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its been awhile
"and the little one calls on me to feed
him lies seeking refuge in contradictions
to ease pain vulnerable to the trap.
I'm gone for good."
but your back and thats always good. love these lines, they are flawless. good write
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Intense, intense, Alice..
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Amazingly intense, raw and full of emotion. You really know how to pack a punch into your writing.
Welcome Home,
Bravo
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no doubt a powerful poem and disturbing statement, I echo the concerns of Becky, Melodies, Pam and the others. I, we have missed you around here. You have an amazing talent, and I always enjoy reading your work, trading comments, and talking musica Cubano you
can always make me smile, geese I miss you around here. I hope this is only a reflection of a post holiday, midwinter funk, anyway you know I love you, Iggy. Don't make me hunt you down..I imagine a whole possee of poets would be willing to join me.
Deb
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don't go too far...
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Oh my sweet Iggy.
I can only hope this is a poem and not reality because I really miss you around here. This is full of a lot of anger and I can totally understand how you can feel this way, but please please don't be done or gone for good...
Your talent speaks for itself and if it doesn't speak to anybody else, it speaks to me all the way in Texas
Love ya like no tomorrow sweetie...
Becky
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This was seriously intense and makes me wish I could give you a big hug.
Quit the emotional piece hot stuff.
I have missed you Hope you are not truely done.
Delila
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This was quite a smack in the face to read; you vanish for what seems like an eternity and come back with...this. The rest of us might as well quit poetry forever, this was so intense and raw and just...wow.
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It sounds like your foundations of belief have started to shift in this intense expressive piece of poetry. This has layers of meaning and i think they are all very personal to you. Gone for good sounds to me like no-where to turn
This is an excellent piece and i can identify and relate to the anger and frustration you so beautifully express
Your writing's great mate... missed it somewhat! Don't stop
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Amazing raw emotions poured into this poem! Hopefully you'll just take a break and be back with us! ~Sie
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Hopefully not done.
This is intense and powerful and filled with anger.
Hurts inside.
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Oh, I so hoped this was for a contest...
You would win any contest with this one, Iggy. Also, I hoped it was for a contest because if you are really feeling this way, I can only hope you pull out of it.
We have missed you. A totally cool kick anybody's butt poem that socks the reader in the gut.
lol Melodies
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