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Rip.t{w}o.
by Sarah Brookes
Cornered by insane and
naked realisation. The piteous,
unripe inhabitant blinds itself -
de-clothed, exposed;
like a misguided emperor
- with dogmatic self-denial.
Venomstabs of acrid light
burn at dull metallic drab
of its defensive stance. Tastes
like screaming deafness. Sounds
of an acid burn. Relentless
arrival in a dis
-joint.
Iw.i.ll..
no..t
l..e..
tyou..i...n.let..y..ou
s..ho.w..let..yo.u..t.ell.l.et.you
en-light-en.
You Liar.
thief of innocence{innersense}
and mindvirginity. how can this
be betterinthelongrun:
form broken, dissipated saffron
being-dust and broken half-rusk
was not the deal we
nego
tiated.
And as I smear the walls red with my fetid frustration
I pray that you, too, will be dead from the wa{i}ste
down.
09/07/2003 Author's Note: Funny how some things just fall onto the page.
Posted on 09/07/2003
Copyright © 2025 Sarah Brookes
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 09/08/03 at 03:17 PM Ahhh! Run away! I felt so judged after reading this piece. It made me introspective and paranoid. Let's suffice to say that it had an impact. Great read that forces one to think. |
| Posted by Richard Paez on 09/17/03 at 10:56 PM this is painful- not in the reading, but in the experiencing. The only thing I would change is the second line, "the," into "this" or "you." This starts of good and gets eveb better as it goes along- The last four stanzas are incredible, and the end is perfect, like the silence after a gunshot. (and Aiko over-flatters me!) thank you for sharing this S, it is beautiful and cutting. {m} |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 09/29/03 at 12:08 AM Congratulations on POTD! |
| Posted by Don Coffman on 10/11/03 at 07:01 AM The form here is creative and interesting, working with the subject really well. That center stanza is exceptional. |
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