Sunday, June 17, 2012

The Balm

Fuck, I'm dying from the taste of
banana/berry,
anybody can talk about Bukowski
talk about truth,
talk about fucking,
but banana/berry?

go ahead and say Hem
was your biggest influence
who gives a shit
he should be, really
think about it,
unlike banana/berry,
which doesn't think or
feel, just exists to torment--

I can't get this viscous,
vicious balm out of my
mouth or my thoughts,
even as your sleeping body
breathes in rhythm with the
tires crunching pavement outside;
I'm helpless--

and the world goes home to lonely
darkened halls and paranoid fears;
anybody can vomit some words
onto a page, for their own
self-serving needs, read
Blake swinging empty bottles at shy stars,
screaming of visions, moaning
into the face of it, groaning,
blithering, swallowing
banana/berry
but it talks an idiot to want to write about it

4 comments:

  1. idiocy or insanity are often behind writing, don't you think?

    how about peaches/blueberries? {smile}

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  2. I spend a lot of time in an on-line critique group. We've all become friends and very free with our critiques. It can be hard to turn that off. I like a lot of this very much. In another environment, I would offer a couple of suggestions. Regardless of all that, I could not stop reading. LOVE the idea of writing about banana/berry!

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  3. There is a delicious charm to all of this. And aren't we all often feel the same thing in the end?

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  4. WOW, this nearly blisters on the page and I so love it! You have nailed it! The sweet taste, the bitter invective, the edgy humor, it so totally works.

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