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identity drama
by Laura DoomShe cannot love, she will not bleed
despite her epicentric need to pull
the strings that slice misfortune,
draw the blade that dices death;
slow food for thought, a feel-good
freeze by textual transmission of disease.
A rain-dance pole or moon-crushed dwarf
a beach-bum whale, an ectomorph?
She is precisely that which she pretends
too young behind her years, but old
beyond her premature demise; a pantomime
vestigial virgin playing to the circle
that distinguishes her hyperactive peers.
The syntax of your smile suggests
that she is losing touch
with all sensation, taste
the first and last to go
consumed by life's unseen vibration. 10/22/2010 Author's Note: Stimulated by this -- Falling on Deaf Eyes
http://pathetic.org/poem/1286841938
amac: creator of pieces I ate, all delicious :>
Posted on 10/22/2010
Copyright © 2024 Laura Doom
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by V. Blake on 10/22/10 at 07:07 PM "A rain-dance pole or moon-crushed dwarf
a beach-bum whale, an ectomorph?" That is one of the most bizarre and awesome rhymes I think anyone has ever laid down, Laura. Well done! |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 10/23/10 at 09:19 PM ...uhhh, just one change: she to he. a dynamic vibration too! and like you say "unseen"...coolest of cool. each line lives, laura. |
| Posted by Therese Elaine on 10/23/10 at 10:53 PM Wondering who we are is lost among the ghosts of every role we ever played to someone else's satisfaction and so it isn't so much a crisis of identity, but a drama, a soap-opera haven of changing cast and schizophrenic episodes and amnesiac relationships and other people's children... |
| Posted by Linda Fuller on 10/23/10 at 11:38 PM Vestigial virgins...at last! Well worth waiting for. |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 10/24/10 at 12:10 AM Well, we do each have our audiences, and I am somewhere in yours completely spellbound, again. I read this this morning and it has been running through my head all day, and now I'm reading it again. She is a character for a moment of a lifetime... or a lifetime of a moment. Either, I suppose. Wonderful. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/25/10 at 02:23 AM There is such a rich, complex reading to this - very satisfying to the palate aloud. Oh, and I love the "moon-crushed dwarf a beach-bum whale". |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 12/16/10 at 02:57 PM I missed this but I am glad I went looking and found it. This is quite descriptively interesting.Can't say I have a favorite line here, for I love them all! |
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