Bombast by Nicole Assenza Predation Something about that word I just like What fucks but Doesn’t fly Blues of the ingénue, The eyes have it: It’s a girl Caffeinated trembles Stirring mighty winds Galvanize the blood The broken circuit that loves me Something about spleens Other vestigial pieces Those are the parts That get blown Sand in the bed Smoothing out your roughs Waking up a question mark Over your head Put on high talons Peel back the courage The day provides you A fresh wrecking ball Don’t spend it all On one face For fresh advice Go ask Alice A sharp center iris with Nine of sword visions No more pink ribbons Bring on the 666 Tarot of the Feminine Mystique Tigers, oh my 05/22/2006 Author's Note: Something new, wanted to do something different =). This one's for no one but me. Posted on 05/23/2006 Copyright © 2024 Nicole Assenza Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Matthew Zangen on 05/25/06 at 10:03 PM Raw, frantically vivid imagery, and the form you've chosen really struck it home. I've read it a few times without much deciphering (yet), but there's very recognizable substance in this piece. Thanks for a great read. Posted by Soulo Jacob Bourgeau on 01/01/07 at 05:04 AM I am so glad I stumbled on this masterful piece. The imagery genius, the choice of words brilliant. Reminds me of Don Delillo's confidence with the pen. Fantastic. Posted by V. Blake on 06/23/09 at 09:59 AM "The day provides you / A fresh wrecking ball / Don't spend it all / On one face" Some of my favorite lines that I've read in a long time. As a matter of fact, this poem is like a collection of sentences I wish I had thought of myself, but I cede that you would obviously have said better. Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)