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Masses

by George Hoerner

tweak my eye
it tears
tweak my lips
they smile

each piece
of me responds
to tweaks

that you control
through what
you call truth

tweak my tongue
the mouth opens
i eat

each piece
of me somehow
controlled by you

you speak
and tweak
my ears

the masses
have spoken
i acquiesce

but you
do not touch
my skin

i refuse
to feel your
image

refuse to
accept your
pronouncements

i’m not
the gadget
you thought
i was

i refuse
to twit

01/15/2010

Posted on 01/15/2010
Copyright © 2024 George Hoerner

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by V. Blake on 01/15/10 at 09:13 PM

"i’m not the gadget you thought i was" -- Always ready with a new twist of words, George. It's never boring reading your work.

Posted by Therese Elaine on 01/15/10 at 09:34 PM

Ahhhh the rebellion of Galatea...I love this piece -it's a casting off of control, refusing to be subjugated...wonderful!

Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 01/15/10 at 11:04 PM

Strength!

Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 01/16/10 at 12:52 AM

Well done indeed.

Posted by Laura Doom on 01/22/10 at 12:04 PM

...and refuse to tweet, no doubt ( not incongruous in the context). I particularly appreciated these lines:


tweak my tongue
the mouth opens
i eat
where the desired response would be to speak (out) -- for me, that encapsulates the tenor of the piece, a pivotal point in this finely balanced piece.
Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 04/08/10 at 03:23 PM

Samson should be so blessed to posses this poem's strength and subtlety. This poem is so endowed with tendrils that periscope to the mind and heart, it is beyond the reach of Delilah's snip.

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