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The Threeness of Things (II)
by Eli Skippoh wake up,
oh godawful,
granted: immense and ugly and undefined,
oh unfeeling,
oh reeling and wrongly time,
it is now, gone bad and carmine,
gone madder and cloudy blind,
i find you heavy with laudenum,
heavy with blood,
and intertwined.
oh they, slathering, tear at my skin,
they finger at my drumstrings,
they sputter up.
oh they, colossal and made one,
so deepen their rut, so claw at their bindings,
they, the mongrels with piano-key teeth
jolt me from the vibrations of God-velvet sleep,
and five dollars cheap,
dissolve and make innards undone.
finally, i free you intense.
i coddle you in rumor and dream-scape,
i coddle you in human tradition,
in war-machines.
oh i, bare and undignified and bruised,
i, free you malignant and scrape at your seems,
oh, and the threeness of things
deny it benign or uncouth.09/13/2006 Author's Note: A brief poem about a love-triangle and the pain of being cheated on.
Posted on 09/13/2006
Copyright © 2024 Eli Skipp
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Angela Nuzzo on 09/14/06 at 07:32 AM I agree with Jon about the rhythm and drama of the piece. There are some fine phrases in this: cloudy-blind, piano-key teeth, God-velvet sleep. Great words. Although I'm a little baffled as to what the poem is referring to. ?? |
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