Monday, March 12, 2012


I wake up the moon 
With shattering glass 
Mirroring my mind state  
Seven years bad luck 
A devil child now a grown man 
Whose untimely death 
Will begin while 
Burning in hell
That's the story of a human 
Who came into this world 
Just like everybody else 
When the only piece of him 
That was taken without permission
Was his foreskin 
Now blood clots travel 
To the heart of a monster
Metaphorically speaking 
Like raising a stillborn child 
To save on the funeral costs
Because that's what being 
A decent american is all about

Passing off The Brain Dead As One of You

The mockingbird that don't sing is you 
The conformist is you
The loner with a bright future is you 
The problem is you
The suicidal one who's all smiles is you
The life that flashed before 
The pull of a trigger is you 
The narcissist is you
The hero is you 
The spineless snake is you 
The advocate is you
The rebel is you 

The process

©2012 Anthony Desmond Scott. All Rights Reserved.

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Brian Miller said...

dang...that second part is wicked man...piercing...

i really like the play in the first...the progression is tight from breaking glass to mirror to hell and back brother...

i like

Claudia said...

dang...When the only piece of him
That was taken without permission
Was his foreskin ... and that was done because his dad told 'em so... great piece anthony..

Anonymous said...

The whole thing is arresting. "Like raising a stillborn child
To save on the funeral costs" yikes what an image.

mrs mediocrity said...

those first two lines were killer and it just kept getting better as i went along.
ouch. but then again, the truth can hurt.

Anonymous said...

It's a hard day when we realize all we stuggle against is within as well. Great work.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

The first part is swirling and swooping in darkness, and the second part just blows the first part to smithereens. Great write.

emmett wheatfall said...

Anthony, you just keep putting out great work for our consumption. And in everyone of your poems there is either a line or lines of verse that punches me a reader in the face with the beauty comparable to that of an unforseen right-cross to my chin. I admire your talent, and am enjoying seeing it continually grow. Glad to know you my man, glad to know you.

stu mcp (hate & hope) said...

Powerful- personal- vitriolic- Almost like you are scathing the environment that has created you (America?)- scathing the family that raised you - and the second part - felt like this complimented the first one- by saying 'i am the product of this process- in all it's ugly glory'...powerful words- very powerful - I liked a lot

paintswithwords said...

Interesting the metaphors. Deep & dark, but I have to admit the correlation to a decent American and the rest of the poem is eluding me. Nevertheless enjoyed reading some of your work, you have an intriguing artistry.

Lilu said...

Damn. This is dark, nightmare-material dark. The second part just pierces through the first one.
It is mind-shattering when one realizes society, or rather the bureaucratic part of it, is only out to point fingers at you... It's a bit like we're all on a big conveyor belt, trying to run to the place that would help us or make us feel like good human beings but you just keep being dragged away... (That's where my mind got to after doing some thinking after reading this...)
I like it very much.
Great work!

Anonymous said...

Strong words and an interesting read...

Daydreamertoo said...

Powerful write. Very vivid imagery. Our childhood shapes who we are destined to grow to become but, it doesn't have to break us. This prose is proof of someone who maybe doesn't conform but, has learned those painful life lessons along the way to be his own free thinker.
Fabulous writing.

Arron Shilling said...

you set it up and smash it clean out the park boooy!

a 2 part kick in the heart and private part...

probing in the first
digging in the second...

death row baby! ;)

Edward said...

F**king birthing yourself in the tidal flow of what we do to feel our love bleeding and pouring into every sense we have of being alive...1st part loud velvet,2nd part quiet assured steel...thanks for sharing your gift with the world...

signed...bkm said...

Like raising a stillborn child....that is the line that grabbed me...strong write Anthony...bkm

Aidz Giannini said...

Sweet write all two of them or is that one...

Dave King said...

Wow, this is high octane stuff throughout. The reader needs a strong constitution, but given that, it's what poetry should more often be.

Laurie Kolp said...

Dark and haunting... both leave a lasting impression, but I especially like the first one. = )