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It's All In How You Read It
by T.J. CarverChaos breeds contempt; I,
This caustic sponge--
Self-loathing absorbtion
Unfettered, burning inwards
Like so many scraps
Of love letters scattered
On an open flame.
Explosive, decomposing
What sweet putrescence
Is this concept, illusory
Reality morosely happy
Bullet-riddled brain
Like a syphillitic corpse--
I--
Chaos breeds content. 01/19/2007 Author's Note: As the title says, this is all in how you read the poem. Change up the word meanings, reposition or add some punctuation, and the whole poem changes.
Posted on 01/19/2007
Copyright © 2024 T.J. Carver
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