And here you are, perched on the eaves
of your fathers' understanding,
ripening in folly as the chorus swells.
Like an heir to Babylon you meditate
on the melting of peoples
sloughed into your flaming voice and hands.
This is your manifesto, artist of broken
lampposts and husks of homes, streets
where metal whines like
mangled mongrel dogs still limping
roads emptied behind the
crackling gravel of your many, many brushes.
Your calligraphy is stroked in slanted reds
and browns, ink leaning from the force of your
latest, brightest work.
















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TriptychR's signature sheepishly says hello.
I love your point, and the way you slam it down at the end. And mmmm that second stanza is deliciously composed. Melancholic in a way, but not whiny, knowwhatimean? Anyway, I'm blown away and you're amazing!
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The time I tried to fix it, it didn't work.
I will, however, try again. Thanks for the suggestion.
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Breaking entering
The dark and lonely places
Finding a big gun
This is actually one I planned to come back to since I wasn't totally satisfied with the beginning stanza. I like the suggestions and I'll see what I can do.
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The other strong point is that it takes an uncertain course but it somehow drives to where it ends to make sense and send the reader a tinge of emotion. Yeah you took me with this one.
Though I would suggest to finer brush the second part of the second stanza. Another thing that I personally always take in consideration is the use of 'the' versus 'a', the former tends to make things somewhat absolute, the latter seems to give more stretch to the nouns. But overall, great piece.
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I'm jus' here and now
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