Sunday morning annihilation.
One more adventurous trek
through sunshine,
trying to remember
that there’s only five
more left to endure
before morning
will not inspire
screaming.
Ruptured vocal cords
wrap around
water lily words and
lies made of marzipan.
Eyes rolled back in heads
of rubber and
numbers that stutter my soul,
vaporizing my cells into
an atmospheric tragedy.
But still, ever coerced
by promises of spider-web dreams
and sour candy kisses,
a lifetime of punk epiphanies
and post modern romance awaits
in only
five.
In a list
A contest entry
- Reverse Word Bank by Loki.
1500 points, ended August 3, 2008, 10 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I've already re-read this three times, this is cryptic yet descriptive, there is something enticing about your word play....I feel like this might be about addiction, but I could be off....either way nice job and thank you for taking the time to enter!
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Another very fine poem well written composed and deserving of gold
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Congratulations on the well-deserved Gold Award!!
Well Done!!
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"lies made of marzipan."
"vaporizing my cells into
an atmospheric tragedy."
"by promises of spider-web dreams
and sour candy kisses,"
How do you come up with this stuff?!? It's blatently obvious that you're a fucking genius but I mean even that doesn't explain such brilliance.
And who can forget the epic line:
"a lifetime of punk epiphanies"
Loves.
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Great write, good entry, and good luck.
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