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Ode to Self (Disgust)
by Alison McKenzieMerciful someone
Take the gauze from my eyes
Blackened by filth of lies (in)
Ode to self
Or flies, I dont know which
Luster is gone now
Faded from one too many
Spit shines
Nubbins to a dull roar
Divination smothered
In the hot searing
Air of deceit(ful)
Ode to self
I ache
Relentless torment
Of self inflicted
Hot oil dip
Oozing from pores
Wide open
Skies rain down
Lightning quick
Flash of brilliance
Thunder fumbling for words 05/21/2004 Posted on 05/21/2004
Copyright © 2025 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 05/21/04 at 08:35 PM Splatter shot images that visually impact the reader with pictures and raw emotion. Strong language that lingers with the reader. Great read. |
| Posted by Alastre Zidler on 07/16/04 at 04:53 PM Brilliant wordplay and language, and as others have said, there is a raw quality to the images and emotions conveyed that is much more geniune and effective than what something more structured or restrained my have to offer. Your pen is a direct conduit from your heart. |
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