by Ginette T Belle

a star-studded nipple
hovered, awe-inspiring
above our harlot ridden world
drowning in low tide
because when 244 people die
stoning their demons
it can hardly be handed on a silver platter
directly under blinded eyes

watch it be pushed
to the fiery core of the earth
bubbling waiting to blow us all to bits


Posted on 02/03/2004
Copyright © 2020 Ginette T Belle

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 02/04/04 at 02:40 AM

brilliant insight... i too am getting edgy with the shape our world is in... well expressed... blessings...

Posted by Richard Trotter on 02/04/04 at 10:49 AM

an interesting piece.. I had to read it a couple of times before I got its relevance to recent events.. the vivid imagery is very powerful and paints a bleak picture. well done.

Posted by Rachelle Howe on 02/07/04 at 04:53 PM

reminds me of the superbowl thing with janet jackson. LOL! otherwise: OUCH

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