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Misleading question?
by Laura DoomHad you known me, my astonishment
would have come as no surprise.
But you merely know of me, a profile
drawn in murmured presumptions
and conventional wisdom reaped
from the mouths of babes.
When in Rome I am seen as abroad,
an unequivocal agent of ignorance:
the ultimate fashion misstatement
an inconceivable lifestyle choice
an anachronism decades in advance
of your orthodox decadence
fit, but inadequate for purpose;
the survival of the sickest.
I should have felt flattered
by selection, being singled out
for preferential treatment.
In the event I was touched,
a violation that gave rise
to revulsion.
My past has overtaken me
whilst yours propels you
into the orbit
of the undertaker.
Does this explain
why nothing penetrates
our discriminating lobes? 06/09/2012 Posted on 06/09/2012
Copyright © 2024 Laura Doom
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 06/09/12 at 03:31 PM Oh tres contraire moi belle, your lobes are filled with talent as reflected in this piece. Next you need to learn not to be repulsed by touch unless it is only the person you are repulsed by. |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 06/09/12 at 07:34 PM Man, do I love the cold dagger of the second to last stanza. Amazing. |
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