"I thought this would be it
gilded birdcages and bare feet aside,
the tethering of my fingers
to the old men
seemed like a sure bet....
...and the bargain was
my lips and fingers
for a steady fix
of what they got...
...but they handed me
a monument of chalk
and told me to carve out my name;
letters crumbled in my hand
and dust stole my eyes--
like a heart I slowly, blindly
destroyed it all...
...yet in the milky dust
I saw their mouths open
and all sorts of 'maw maw maw'
came out, I thought I saw them
holding something;
my lips my fingers, my brain,
my anger, my pride, my...
...so I blanked
and my clockwork body
shivered under my
cornflake blue twinset-"
"...but what does that even mean?"
"-that I got my shoes on sale
and Jody in accounting is a real bitch."
(its not like I'm here to think)
A contest entry
- Avant-Garde As Possible by Mr Id.
400 points, ended November 11, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Almost Anything by poets whisper.
550 points, ended November 11, 2008, 29 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
opinions?
Comments
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Wow- a visual, asbstract and immersive narrative.
Excellent work!
I like the way it comes back to reality at the end, too. A good change of pace.
Luck in contest
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