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Senesce
by Max BouilletBrought forth by fatigued limbs and prosaic eyes;
the once enlivened smack our asses
and we ripen in resentment toward our imminent selves.
Immured in youth by inexperience,
we bide our time and crave abscondance:
the vastness of our hunger in direct proportion to the
strictures imputed upon us.
We stiffen our cocks and clits,
and outstretch our veins
to alcohol, heroin, nicotine...
We are the chemically augmented
and we wake as nightmares
confronting our progenitors
in the mirror. 10/30/2003 Posted on 10/31/2003
Copyright © 2024 Max Bouillet
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Don Coffman on 10/31/03 at 09:38 AM The vocabulary used here is wonderful, very rich and accurate and a nice contrast to the language that some would consider crude. It all flows right together. A very deep message, indeed, very well written. |
| Posted by Graeme Fielden on 10/31/03 at 10:36 AM sounds like something written over a packet of smokes and a bottle of whiskey ... rich, thick writing Max - it has teeth... which bite - nice one Max! |
| Posted by Mara Meade on 10/31/03 at 03:56 PM You been crawling around in my head lately? Wish I had written this. Incredible, Max. |
| Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 11/01/03 at 11:08 PM whoa... this is raw and biting and ruthlessly accurate... your brain and it's infinite wisdom to put forth life through mind-blowing images and intricate language blows MY mind... you rule... blessings... |
| Posted by Alex Smyth on 11/02/03 at 06:12 PM Sunday morning and I need a drink.... make it 10....awww just leave the bottle......... |
| Posted by Kalikala Smith on 11/02/03 at 07:53 PM hell ya. this has absolut (e) truth written all over it. |
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