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stereosapphonics
by Laura DoomWhen history repeats itself, the ghost
of masochism past takes liberties
in bringing Ms Decorum to her knees
with scant regard for reputation's boast.
When mystery reveals its wealth, a host
of parasitic angels twists the keys
to foul intent, lays egos, aims to please
itself; a queue for breakfast -- she is toast.
When victory defeats itself, the most
delicious wave of silence shoots the breeze,
regaling self-destruct sororities
as Scylla and Charybdis rape their coast.
Didactic postscripts write themselves, engrossed
in points that tease when shifting by degrees. 08/10/2010 Author's Note: No doubt I'm talking out my ass, so consider this my fart for the day.
Posted on 08/10/2010
Copyright © 2024 Laura Doom
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Erin Eymard on 08/10/10 at 11:08 PM Talking out your ass or not, it was a fun read. The title is what drew me in and the poem did not disappoint. A lovely play on a sonnet. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 08/11/10 at 03:56 PM Anyone who can tango and come up with
"the most
delicious wave of silence shoots the breeze"
is pouring over the brim of imagination.
I love how your writing blows my mind & inspires me to reach for greater heights of possibility in thought. from too good to be through |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 08/11/10 at 07:16 PM ...Laura, a shudder of reason going on here, gal. expurgation or not, quite some phrase-turning. lovely description; ala Rudyard Kipling in the pome "If" where she speaks of 'fame' and others as 'imposters'. cool. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 08/11/10 at 07:18 PM ...did i just change Rudyard's sex, without him knowing it. i slapped me typing hand that hit that 's' therefore changing him. sheeesh! |
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