White would-be blisters
hitch pores callously,
watered is the garden of infection
within bloodshot eyes
of Pine-SolŪ buckets and
knees of splinters.
Greenbacks slid underwater,
a choked memory frustrated by loneliness ...
but times were tough then,
desperate measures left teaspoons
for tablespoons of liquidation.
The till, empty again,
snifter seeped stench
of revived psyche, horror
slashes through strength
of desire and determination ...
The beast has run amok.
Policies of death fuel life's essence,
like gasoline to higher flame
and extinguisher to soft cranium.
Again and again the screams infiltrate
the concealed walls and saturated sheets
of deception and final dissolution.
Another two year extension, granted.
Author notes
Not a Prewrite
In a list
A contest entry
- Persona Poems. by unmasked synergy.
1500 points, ended June 7, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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this is an obviously well thought out and written piece- fuelled by intense metaphors, original phrasings and alliterative instances.
I had problems however, isolating the voice of the persona, although a first person perspective isnt needed I think the abstract nature of the mixed metaphors belittled my understanding of the persona.
thank you for entering though, it was still well worth the reads -
*I meant new*
But this - hrm, this does hit spots with imagery and brilliant phrasing. You have hid the personal tone just enough to enclose several maskings.
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