So what will it be now that God is dead?
And I have worn my soles back home
To find desolate fields of trashy-lots, fenced
With ineligible signs tagged by Home-boys
For their rookas and hienas to behold:
Initials, hearts and forevers, before prison
Waiting rooms, and cold battered jail-phones.
What will it be when my body turns old
And I can no longer stomach the holes
Or quick fixes that get me broken smiles
As I move from room to room, bus to bus
Plane to plane, bed to bed -- Conversations.
Cheapened by shallow head trips and trite -
- small minded companions, (friends) relatives
Vultures dance the Watootsie for some grub.
What do I say to that fresh boy next to me
On a one way trip to Crackedactorville?
"Chin up, ass out, mouth wide, think Icarus"?
Or the sun, yes, what will I say to that bastard
Burning his days away like a spent hippy
While I darken, and wrinkle; then pale to smooth
While those closest to me are swept further away
By my Babylonian tower of lies and cheap talk.
Trust me, I try to think of better times, but -- Gone -
- Guided like a gondola full of stupid young love
Out into the canals of arterial clotting, and failure.
And you, ignorant as marshmallowed yams
Down the throat of fat aunts, and sugar daddies
My seed was for Galapagos like underwater -
- Lizards 'onto something better' vegging out.
What do I have but the cloudy sky, day and night
Sifting through my memories like a burnt edgy spoon
Scooping away symbols, and bargains, deals, flesh
But leaving the ice scream for me, and my pets
And the monsters that casually exit my closet to -
- help a guy out with a light, or say, a good fright.
L-trains plunder across my dream-scape, empty
People are nowhere, vanished, out of here.
Teachers, mentors, lovers, children, spaces, named
And then totally, and with out a doubt, forgotten
With each step towards, or from, indifference.
Like death, or catching a baby...
I am one throw away from the answer
But armless, a vet in a chair on a dare
Dreaming of sex with no hang-ups
And letters from a different time
When moving could be done, together.
Author notes
Written October 22nd, 2004
In a list
A contest entry
- Whore/Transient by Nam.
900 points, ended October 22, 2004, 8 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think
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I can't say that I understand this as well as I probably should. It is an iteresting write and is making me think. I also need to get a better dictionary, as your vocabulary is profound. I like that best. Athena
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Ummm... This is an awesome poem!!! It is kind of confusing and I don't like how you were rude in the comment reply about depressed sissies!!! But the poem is awesome and I wish you good luck in the contest!!!
Beth -
yes, or not... How about a rim job?
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You mean like a fart, man?
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Shh... Hush, hush, and swab the poop deck. Lest you garner the wrath of my broke wind and squid shimmy.
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What a friggin cool mutha u r
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this was my favorite part, 'Trust me, I try to think of better times, but -- Gone -
- Guided like a gondola full of stupid young love
Out into the canals of arterial clotting, and failure.'
i really liked those lines, great job on the poem, check out mine if you ever have time...
W4D -
"What do I have but the cloudy sky, day and night
Sifting through my memories like a burnt edgy spoon
Scooping away symbols, and bargains, deals, flesh
But leaving the ice scream for me, and my pets
And the monsters that casually exit my closet to -
- help a guy out with a light, or say, a good fright.
L-trains plunder across my dream-scape, empty
People are nowhere, vanished, out of here."
AWESOME singing This part gives me the c-h-i-l-l-s. Very good poem. Keep writing! -
it is almost as interesting to read the comments as it is to read the poem...all together it makes for one hell of a treat...great////the best word I know...
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Actually Ed did, it's an inside joke.
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did you applause your own comment? flattery gets you no where.
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Ah, Goddess love you for the angsty tidbits, lol. This was utterly powerful in both punch and presentation. I really can't get some of the visuals depicted here out of my head, so in that regards, I must say this was badassed in every way.
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I love you man (as I bump my head and two rocks of coke fall out) At least someone gets reality... God, what are we going to do Ed? Just yesterday, while blowing a rich jap for my lexus payment, I thought... This is a poem, but then the bed started to laugh at me, and vibrate, and I YET AGAIN, forget what the fuck I'd remembered, again.
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funny, much of this I can relate to. YOu capture well, that feeling of being on the periphery, looking toward the center.
And the monsters that casually exit my closet to -
- help a guy out with a light, or say, a good fright.
L-trains plunder across my dream-scape, empty
People are nowhere, vanished, out of here.
The image of monsters casually exiting a closet, with smokes and lighters, and perhaps wearing fitness slacks or Old Navy Khakis (sp?) is just too delicious and real.
Good luck in the contest. HAHAHHAHAHHAAHHAHHAHHAA. -
soemtimes horus, sometimes you just pull out the good ones and i feel like you've given me a good slap to the face.
i feel bruised by this one. it's close to perfection.
N... -
Fucking sissy. "oh lord I'm so depressed" people like you
crack me up. you wouldn't know a challenge if it crawled up
your ass and sold lemonade and xanex to the elderly. -
Shweet!!!
A long and interesting poem... some what confusing but i still liked it... Keep up the great work! Bye BYe
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This is a very powerful piece, full of emotion and meaning....I love the imagery(although I may love the image at the top of the page more) lol....You did a wonderful job with this poem, and I wish you luck in the contest!
Brandie -
was your pic supposed to entice me to pick your piece?
I hate highlighting screens but if I must I must ..
I see in this Contest that it's all about 'you' people and not about the 'whore' or the 'transient'. am I to believe you are a transient? or are you posing as one?
well I wasn't too specific in what I asked for in determination of the 'transient' and I don't think this is of a 'whore' so ..
well, we'll see.
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Found this poem randomly and it knocked my socks off. The first line threw me some but then I kept reading and even though the wife is calling to tell me I'm late for work I had to keep on reading. You got some kind of talent going here. This poem made me ache to my core and then some. Not sure what brought on this kind of pain but the person reading can sure feel it along with you. Going to be reading more of you poems as soon as I get some time of work. Good going here but I guess you don't need me to tell you how good you are.
God Bless you and keep you Strong. Your friend Levi -
as always, I stand in awe of your talent and abilities to take me away and as an old hippy I can certainly say this strikes a chord, indeed, if not an entire tune...I see this as a great contender for the gold and most likely shall be back to say congratulations...
freda
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the first line is utterly amazing. this whole poem is, really, but the first line is what caught my attention. bravo.
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Jesus Horus this is moving. The clouded relationship with the father is palpable and so accessible it rips apart at my guilt for having a 'safe' yet unspectacular relationship with my own dad.
These lines moved me so much for i know writing this and posting it took a lot of guts and probably drained you.
"Chin up, ass out, mouth wide, think Icarus"?
Or the sun, yes, what will I say to that bastard
Burning his days away like a spent hippy
While I darken, and wrinkle; then pale to smooth
While those closest to me are swept further away
By my Babylonian tower of lies and cheap talk.
My hard exterior is now like that babylonian tower, and you know what happened to those.
Fucking heartbreaking. -
I could hardly go deeper yet I understand the feeling and I could say it's kinda' heavy and a lot a emotions from you when you're doing this and it really came from within. You absorbed quite a vast of thoughts collaborated with strong amd powerful mind that you have put in words. I'd say this is a wonderful piece. Keep up the good work!
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