distinct
the corruptive clarity
of unwanted revelations
clasped close against the breast
rotting through with age.
the junkyard dogs of the heart
bark and snarl, shredding the dictionary
by which you do your reasoning
the calculator rubric
comes tumbling down
revealing in your arrogance
the scions of the end.
public purification
the altar rite of anxiety
sprinkling the priest's holy water
(gilded for sacredity)
across your scalp
he makes you drink
his dogma
down.
scars
skating zebra-stripe patterns
into infinite shaven shells
dragged along the carpet
like peeled grape-skins
left to rot.
putrid pearlesence
percolates along the edifices
coiling upward as sinuous vines
to lustily embrace the foundation
of the sovereign uber-nation.
once, twice, thrice,
the cavalry-go-round comes to town
a century of s-laughter and gleeful violence
death-circuses in the sand
all bloody swords and
menstruating prostitutes.
electrifying
the betrayal of the pack
using free lines of information
to tumble down the ravine of thought
they intercept and overturn
your malices of dominance
emptying the chalice of control
onto your shocked face
lapping up the spills
with unholy relish.
surprise!
the captain of your enterprise
sends doleful greetings
warning of mutiny on the open main
so you execute the entire crew
until heavenly furoles alight upon your shoulders
marking you an albatross of iniquity
like some devil's blue pencil
lying broken
on the sidewalk.
climax
of a worn-through dishtowel of a life
seeks varigrated valor in soporific salvation
the sacred absolution
of oblivion.
Author notes
Option 8. Obviously.
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lots of complex wording.
could you tell me what this is about? just message me, if you will. -
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It is about the prompt that inspired it. The prompt was "Nothing and everything all at once." I can't put it any better than that. Different verses refer to different social ills, injustices, uglinesses, and the like, if you want more specificity.
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i love the use of language and the imagery in this poem good luck in the next rounds. and congrats on the silvetr
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Wow, this is amazing... even more so when I clicked on the first contest you entered this in and saw the prompt. You had a great take on that.
I love your imagery. A lot.
"a century of s-laughter and gleeful violence" was an awesome line, as are all the lines that surround it in that paragraph.
but the entirety of it was really good.
Thank you for entering and good luck.
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Interesting. (In a good way)
I like the devil pencil on the sidewalk thing. It was very interesting, a good read.
Thansk for the entry.
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Wow.
Amazing. Thank you.
The second stanza is just... wow. It's perfect.
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