this shouldve had a title

by Matthew Sharp

the further we get
the more we destroy
inevitable avoided
in denial
the pride of despair
a caged crusade
the obedience of the mundayne

to work, and back.
we ArE the cracks
for the ooze to fertalize
a soil, soaked in oil
smiling in vain...

i'de like to fight.
youre so pretty.
why wont we fight?


Author's Note:

Posted on 03/27/2007
Copyright © 2021 Matthew Sharp

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 03/27/07 at 05:11 AM

Why do I have the same continuous smile while I read this three or four times, and while I comment now? Even with the dark images, even with the frustration. Because you are so bright. And that brightness makes the cracks where we see through the entrapment. That vision breaks out of the everyday and is the best humans can do. I am not unrealistic about life, I just want to squeeze every last drop of beauty I can and drink it up. And her smile, her look is beauty...that's why you don't. At least that's what I sense... and two against the everyday is better than one. It's a comfort, anyway.

Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 03/27/07 at 05:19 AM

I must say I really like that last stanza just bursting in, as if the whole thing is in the context of a conversation, or while thinking, you just glance up at her...

Posted by Alison McKenzie on 04/08/07 at 04:57 PM

The last stanza is so refreshing after the dark observations above, so starkly refreshing that I did find myself smiling as I read it and read it again to really capture the flavor.

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