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locked on special

by Matthew Sharp


they pencil us in because we're special
broken glass glued to the rim of time
stuck in its friction
lost in self contradiction
words are so far from the intention
but so close to the character they fill
in ill serenade
because we're so pretty and special

walk in their vault
its all we where taught
i pick clocks/locks
industrial pictures on my wall
rape me into submission

give me all I can take
burn away my facade
where god's cant ever be
and no challenge to my being will persuade me
from what I'm watching grow

fluctuating all my view points
in the ingredients of time
shivering to infinity
bursting my scabs

02/12/2007

Author's Note: so.wherever.

Posted on 02/13/2007
Copyright © 2021 Matthew Sharp

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 02/14/07 at 05:00 AM

Finely aimed at expansion and diffence from the norm, the unusual and effective "burst all my scabs" is a powerful and meaningful image. It is the ordinary expectations that make wounds, and those who are strong and manage to fit in just barely because of their gifts and excellence-- can do so for only so long. Their "fluctuating view points" "shivering to infinity" are what leads them beyond, and actually what makes civilization rich with invention. This poem is about that! Bravo.

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