Acid splatters against walls
Made of straw like brains
Brains cover these
Walls made of straw
Brains expand and stick
Like the result of bewildered 12 gauge
Not one, I, two,
I crave the terrific hold of your bare skin
Forced (without sin)
The night turns grey
Shouts from beneath my pillow
A love like rain
Useless words making impact
Pouring like poetry,
Coming down,
Saliva drips from chin
Mixes with thyself, I killed for,
The taste of heat and solid wealth
Spine on a plate
Eat the only support I have
Therefore, I, hate,
©2011 Anthony Desmond Scott. All Rights Reserved.
17 comments:
dang anthony - what a fantastic poem - there's so much intensity in this that it jumps from the screen - and i wonder how your blog can hold your writing without bursting to pieces...excellent..and excellent last line
damn bro that has a wicked intensity beginning to end...shot gun to the spine laid out...hate.
Such an intense poem, great subtle rhyming keeping the increasing pace too. Nicely done.
My brain is still trying to process this poem, but damn is it awesome. Intense imagery - your words hit hard and make one think. Great read!
Wow, that's tough stuff going on in there.
Clearly works...it's as strong as you like it to be. Hate, huh? Hope it's not yours just a commentary. Sending you love. G.
Holy Fudd, that's solid. Penetrating, searing and insistent.
Anthony, this pokes at the reader in a brilliant way. The reader must digest portions and once complete, the whole comes together. There is something powerful about your poetry. You free yourself to speak. You go there, meaning "where there is to you." Your future as a poet is bright. I look forward to gazing in that light.
Stunning and visceral with great pace. Libby @Libbypoetry
Raw imagery.. thanks for sharing this.
wow..intense...raw...so good...
Welcome back to the One Shot leadoff position, AD. And you came out swinging with this hard-hitting piece, spreading imagery like, well, "a bewildered 12 gauge." Love that image.
Your work is always overflowing with raw passion. I often find myself sitting for a second to digest it before speaking to you about it. Sometimes, I'm left with no words. What you do is pretty amazing for sure.
that sounded devilishly dark.. and oh so intense!
those last 3 lines... fantabulous and so very effective!
Full of intensity and power, there was feel real emotion felt
i've read several of your poems but only have the strength left to comment on one ~ your words are alive, powerful, intense, vivid, raw... almost shimmering in the air as the reader tries to swallow them whole. stunning!
What a slaughterhouse of the self, wherein we find the true meal. Amazing imagery, AD--those last lines are riveting.
Post a Comment