Spring, 1993
"Little Alber tinfant sweet
Twas spun af ate by sisters three
Beauty, love, not what the yseem
A solace dnight no wdread fuldream"
[Phosphorous Echoes: Come play with me Alby!]
Why do children laugh? Why do children cry?
What causes them to sing? The two-fold suffering.
Little Alby plays. Little Alby shrieks!
His work is cut in half. His days turn into weeks.
His friends all have no souls. His friends cannot console.
Their love is everything - When will this trust die?
"Bang! Bang! WhiteR at!
Where' sGod? Who's that?
Bang! Ban! gWhite Rat!
First lov - eAll bla! ck"
[Faint Screams: Albert! Darling! Where are you!?]
What happens when we...? Yeah! When do you propose we try?
Why, this is just a silly thing. The fear is happening!
Little care for taste. Little terror speaks.
His screams we'll always have. His curdled blood, so sweet.
His God has no control. His love would let him go.
"Their fate is suffering." "Why would I let you die?"
"Bang! Bang! Figh tBack!
FoundG od! White Rat!
Bang! Ba! ngWhit eRat!
Ban! Bang! White Black!
[Remourseful Sobs: I'm so sorry. I didn't know.]
Autumn, Unknown
[Found on the desk of an elderly doctor]
DearS ir,
You madem ethe way I am.
Here'sa White Rat.
Author notes
This is inspired by the "Little Albert Experiment". If it doesn't fit the parameters of this contest then I will not be offended if it is removed.
A contest entry
- Slither Me by grm.
21300 points, ended October 3, 2008, 20 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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UNIQUE! the style I anticipated would be purposefully disjunctured, but found it to be perfectly opposite. I am not familiar with "Little Albert Experiment" (though will be shortly upon finishing this), and some of it was merely able to grasp the surface of. This is one to come back to (again and again and again).


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Clever indeed, and an enjoyable read!
peace
doug


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catastrophically clever




