appropriate senses

Posted: February 26, 2015 in My Poetry
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one day the paint becomes too heavy for the wall
and as it falls
i snarl at the wooden frame window,
going beyond
the being drunk for days on end,
curled flakes green paint
like that of a psychiatric unit
even smelled of it,
my body grey
not creased by laughter,
ceiling fan
juddering illusion blades
imagined tugging away flesh
from my bioluminescent bones,
once ridden by the sun
penetrated by raw illumination,
walls began to shift
i am to be released
as a lost savage
in a wet city

  1. kanzensakura says:

    such a raw poem but the line became your own in this. Powerful images invoked here.

  2. claudia says:

    it’s tough when the paint falls like this… good though when they get help to unpeel the layers and the perspective for a fresh life again

  3. Terrific use of the first line. Can feel the seething discontent.

  4. Snakypoet (Rosemary Nissen-Wade) says:

    A bleak vision, powerfully described. It’s amazing how many different ways we have all gone with this exercise.

  5. MarinaSofia says:

    Wah- savage, angry, fierce…

  6. Great use of the sentence as extended metaphor

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