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Tonight, We Dine in Hell.
by V. Blakein a cocktail dress that clung to her
like leaves to a forest in winter,
and white as the snow that held faster,
she swayed thoughtlessly at the vertex of shadows
in the corner of the room.
ornately stained red at her roots,
a lesser man might have thought she looked
a little bit like a christmas stocking
filled with heroin needles.
being just such a lesser man,
i circumnavigated the miles of black-tie tundra
that claimed the radial carpets between me
and the only apparent oxygen in that gas chamber.
upon completion of my grand tour of the underworld,
i found myself face-to-chest with a twisted metaphor
for every law of attraction ever betrayed by alcohol.
and so i turned (somewhat frozenly) back to my table--
a landlocked lighthouse too long gone dim--and,
with a sigh for the carnival of demons that still besieged it,
i readied myself for a trip back up the spiral. 11/29/2009 Author's Note: THIS.
IS.
SPARTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!
Posted on 11/29/2009
Copyright © 2024 V. Blake
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ava Blu on 11/29/09 at 03:38 PM the first stanza contains some of the best imagery I've ever read; everything about it is placed perfectly. ("a lesser man might have thought she looked
a little bit like a christmas stocking
filled with heroine needles" - seriously? f*cking love this.)
this doesn't mean the second stanza isn't awesome as well because it is. "i found myself face-to-chest with a twisted metaphor
for every law of attraction ever betrayed by alcohol" - yesyesyes always for me. love this.
...excellent, exquisite...... |
| Posted by Nanette Bellman on 11/29/09 at 08:28 PM I concur with Ava. You've painted such a vibrant picture. I can see it playing before my eyes like a movie. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 11/29/09 at 10:57 PM ...similar to Plato's cave, we have to understand ourselves then the real job is to tell others [go back up the spiral] too cool. they won't believe you...they didn't believe woody guthrie or bob dylan either. |
| Posted by Nicole D Gregory on 11/30/09 at 01:29 AM The vibe of this is so hot! It just rocks my world - with your phrases and the visuals they bring on... I would invite you into my world for an appetizer and see where it leads ;) ... It is just one of the most amazing pieces I have ever read... Give us more!!! ~N |
| Posted by Jared Fladeland on 11/30/09 at 07:12 AM what a great write. and that title, with the imagery from 300 it generates (along with your author notes), is such a great contrast to the subject of the poem. Man. intelligent stuff |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 12/01/09 at 03:30 PM just amazing flat-out imagery, first line to last. I am in complete awe, Vince. |
| Posted by Therese Elaine on 12/01/09 at 04:21 PM What an absolutely brilliant piece -I love the inherent symbolism in your choice of words...definitely one of my favourites!! |
| Posted by Jim Benz on 12/03/09 at 05:44 PM I like the way "vertex" makes me think of "vortex" in the context of the poem. |
| Posted by Kris Mara on 12/03/09 at 11:31 PM agreed, the imagery in this is dead on and so well put together it's just beyond captivating and the reader is sucked it...love the harsh realities of it and how every word has purpose...amazing. |
| Posted by Peggie Eng on 12/06/09 at 02:13 AM Sounds like a modern day Heronimus Bosch scene from the Garden of Earthly Delights.. Must have been a sureal party.. you are very talented what a gift of words.. I loved it....
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| Posted by Laura Doom on 01/22/10 at 01:01 AM I refuse to admit having been seduced by this unless and until you admit to having enjoyed writing it -- immensely, and some...
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