every title tells a story

by Laura Doom

The professional orifice opens
a crack, just wide enough to spout
contempt; lips pursed (time is money)
euphony spreads, slick as crude oil,
spilling platitudes
upon my emetic swell.
I choke back the filth;
the game is on


A secret roused from cover
pinned against the peeling sky
imprinted on the sporting mind
the aim considered
with nothing left to chance.
A slurry of shot, accessory
cocked and fired;
the confidence extinguished.

Bloat-black butterflies
sip pancreatic juices.
They flutter to deceive
on consequential wings;
darkstar patterns twist
and turn scorched petals
into undiscovered cures
for appalling delusions.
The feeding frenzy begins


Sunday saprophytes swarm,
spawning step-mother nature's sons
as self-appointed assassins,
their old school ties
divulge and knot
where their loyalties lie
but they get things done,
consigning raw recruits
to the quicksands of time.
The mantra resounds:

your hope is my hunger
my hunger your need


The hour explodes
spitting idle hands
to shake me into submission;
I gasp in muted celebration
salvaging empiric victory
from statistical defeat.

The debriefing
where everything begins
lends me the wisdom
to forgive the game
but not the courage
to forget the fight.

In the darkest of days
I am my own worst enemy.


Author's Note: you may...

Posted on 09/25/2004
Copyright © 2024 Laura Doom

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Ashok Sharda on 09/28/04 at 03:53 AM

Yes, the game is on, pouring emptiness into the void, bothways. What is being send is what is being recieved and interestingly both the end knows but when weaknesses show their strength and comparatively proove to be stronger than the other weak spots then how do we 'forgive the game'? yes, courage is what we need in our 'darkest of days'. We ought to trick our selves then to get tricked by our selves. We ought to be carefull and on toes we are our 'own worst enemy'. YES.

Posted by Rachelle Howe on 09/28/04 at 08:17 AM

" the debriefing where everything begins lends me the wisdom to forgive the game but not the courage to forget the fight in the darkest of days I am my own worst enemy" dare i take this as a compliment? :) hehe.

Posted by Max Bouillet on 09/28/04 at 12:26 PM

Waves of contempt lashing out at culture, religion and most of the subjects I also take aim at. Imagery that accenuates the theme and powerful word choices make this an awesome read.

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