In the hands of my heart
Are
a few letters
That I can’t seem to hold tightly enough;
Time wandering on,
knocks on the door,
and says,
“Are you ready, Mr. Mason?
You’re cheating,
You can’t keep those.”
But I slap his hand
as he attempts to reach in there-
It’s not safe.
For his own good you see!
I’ve never seen the lions get so thin
They scare me, and they keep breaking
The bars of their cages
And playing baseball-
But only because they like to see the windows shatter
And eat those knifing bits of glass
And when those sticks aren’t bats
for slamming balls,
My balls!
They use them as toothpicks
And razors;
Make suicide attempts
And shave their fur-
It’s cold out-
They’re just being gratuitous.
And even though they’re bloodied up in the cold
They smile as they itch their privates
With those shiny, black claws
And taking “overstay your welcome” sized bites
Of all
My other
And almost
In no way
Necessary
Organs
“Who needs to live
When you can’t live together.”
Pouts those skinny lions.
And Time, still staring,
Always staring,
He laughs inappropriately,
That skeleton hyena,
That pervasively pervie
Stalker
That prick!
Or maybe it was just my imagination.
He’s always sneaking up there
And getting lost
And making noises
*
I’m still holding those letters, you see
And I’ll tell ya, friend!
You never saw a banker with a tighter hold on his cash,
You never saw a blind man with more glue shared between his hands
And his cane
You’ve never seen the rot stomach starving
stab
at food
more ferociously
With their filthy fingers;
You never saw one junkie
With a bigger hand vice
Than what I have
And I’d shoot up with an AIDS needle
And take the money and the cane
And the very last bowl of soup
In the kitchen
And beat up your entire elementary school
Just for one more syllable
To hold on to
He says,
“haven’t you heard?
You have to let go now…
Let go!”
But I’ve heard enough
Of that bullshit
And I become the lions
And devour him. . .
*
When you’re living hand to mouth
And you’re only food
Are the words of a lover
You have to be a cheater
Because everything is
Just
So
Dangerous.
Author notes
it's two ten, AM. No longer drunk, I've smoked too much already today. I woke up with a hangover about 15 minutes ago and wrote a couple poems. I'm in love right now. and I'm scared in general.
I'm in a bar where I don't belong, but the bouncer just throws me up against the walls, he never throws me out. pain isn't death.
A contest entry
- The Best of AP by ageofdarkpoets.
450 points, ended October 6, 2008, 33 entries
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What did you think
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God dammmmnnn! i recognized you within... 15 lines or so.
this is rough as hell but incredibly delicious. you continue to surprise me with originality and pure genius. there's definitely some stuff you could cut out, a few edits to be made and the title could be better, but still...... the potential is overwhelming
i especially like the part about what you'd do for one more syllable. and the ending.
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hey thanks much for the gold! I think you're right, it could definitely use some revision. It usually takes me quite awhile to write a poem completely, and this one isn't really done.
as always, your words mean a lot to me, thanks again
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I remember writing poems after smoking too much - I wrote one awhile ago that I turned into a childrens poem.
This was very good, emotional and you used great descriptive words.
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Thank you for entering~
This is very intense...Many thoughts conveyed here, and done nicely.
Best wishes~
Tim
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Damn. Your writes have such a different feel than most. Your poetry reminds me of Slyvia Plath. The vibes I get when reading her poetry are close to the vibes I get when reading yours. Just a very unique sort of feel. Like nobody else could try to write like that. Like it's all your own. Sorry if that doesn't make too much sense but I can't really explain it lol. Love is a scary ass thing, I try not to get involved with it I'm not a very trusting person though. Awesome job here..KEEP WRITING
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this one took me to dark places ... i liked the feel of the atmosphere changing , kinda like it was spinning on an axis of love but turned you out to the corners of the darkness ...
you do not have to be a cheater. you just have to know when to give up . ...
great write and once more im awed over here !!!
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