my body is not my body.
by Eli Skipp
because i'll never really get
what "cease and desist" means,
because there's pinpricks up my thigh
from embroidering my jeans,
because I swear to God my fingertips
are tearing at the seems,
my body is not my body, my dreams are not my dreams.
because i dig in deep amongst,
the crooked of my grin,
because i'm tired out my skull
of fucking drunk on gin,
because i knew that old Manassas
wouldn't swallow up his sins,
my body is not my body, my skin is not my skin.
because North Miami oft belies
the filth it seldom shows,
because Noremac and Quail Roost
tend towards proxies of a home,
because i cannot fathom gravel
that compiles into these roads,
my body is not my body, my bones are not my bones.
mornings i watch the sun rise out the freeway
to light up the graffiti and the dirt,
and the footprints lining Biscayne turn to shrieking:
"If this body were your body it would hurt."
because the sidewalk obstacles
are the hints i tend to drop,
because i'm so detached
that i know i can be bought,
because i'm so complacent
that it's do not or do not,
my body is not my body, my thoughts are not my thoughts.
Author's Note: um.
i hate this poem.
Posted on 03/05/2007
Copyright © 2019 Eli Skipp
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/05/07 at 07:15 PM|
Catchy, thought provoking message, and very good use of evolving repetition. Nicely captures the concept of multiple sides to one personality or possibly even spiritual possession.
|Posted by Joe Cramer on 03/07/07 at 07:58 PM|
|Posted by Vikki Owens on 06/22/07 at 05:07 PM|
|Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 06/29/07 at 09:30 PM|
Elisabeth, this poem is hauntingly catchy. It describes the lowest of the lows quite well. When depression hits, it is not like your body is your body ... perfectly said on your part. I especially liked the fourth stanza. It described the endless forgetfulness of self to a "T." Beautifully written.
|Posted by Maria Kintner on 08/22/07 at 10:20 AM|
Some of us are crafty. You are gifted.
|Posted by Richard Fish on 10/23/07 at 07:31 PM|
I really liked this. It had a brilliant flow that I wish I could acheive in my poetry. A musing, but insistent rhythm.
|Posted by Jared Fladeland on 02/08/10 at 11:22 PM|
i kinda actually really liked this. in your face.