is the god in which we don't..." -
The uneasy feeling
The breaths you take
The thoughts you think
When no one is looking
But always around
Like hide n' go seek
To a child
The fast of
Water/syrup/cayenne pepper
The rotting teeth
The aesthetics of a queen
That cost too much
Melancholy in your pocket
Like that face down penny
You picked up because
You're not superstitious
But still hoping for luck
Amiss is the mindset
That dares to relish
In fat ass complements
Thus drugstore laxatives
Are the substitute for
Anal sex
©2012 Anthony Desmond Scott. All Rights Reserved.
24 comments:
dude what a rip...great opening with the quote...that is enough to blow the mind itself...but you dance well from there...Melancholy in your pocket
Like that face down penny
---not superstiticous but still hope for luck...that is spirituality 101 here man...
heck...the closure line is like the big bang ending... i had a colleague once who was very supersticious..and this reminded me a bit of her..
These lines are just great...Melancholy in your pocket
Like that face down penny
You picked up because
You're not superstitious
But still hoping for luck
Dark write. I'm scared to read future acts...but seriously, your imagery and word choice hits like a hammer. I love "You're not superstitious / But still hoping for luck."
I like the laid-back almost Beat rhythm of this poem. And I LOVED the ending smash
Love the whole second stanza..and the ending a real kicker...great writing...bkm
The worship of death is almost as big a business as the worship of money in our culture, which seems terribly fixated on what's going on in your last stanza, both the getting and the giving of it. Excellent poem.
Like that face down penny
You picked up because
You're not superstitious
But still hoping for luck
Love the above lines, the futility of trying hope. Realising you wont achieve anything but hoping in the slightest that you will.
Ace as usual...
your words always pack such a punch... a good thing when it comes to poetry.
still hoping for luck... yes, aren't we all?
every time i take a shit i see death,
a little piece of me flushing sweetcorns whole,
there it goes -
a super sub:
torpedo
round the bowl :)
kick ass write... you know i loved the final stanza the best!
This one packs a punch , felt every word n line... bravo
The fast of
Water/syrup/cayenne pepper
The rotting teeth
The aesthetics of a queen
That cost too much
Such vivid imagery with a bit of the Hoodoo. Your style is verrrry interesting.
Last verse kicks you clean in the face.
You know, in a good way.
you never disappoint with such talent, Anthony. =)
what about caffine enemas? where does that fit in (pun intended)
messy little girl
Melancholy seems to permeate the piece, Anthony. I was intrigued by the use of "amiss". So many interpretations, because things can always go amiss. In the modern world of STDs which may not even be the biggest risk of casually hooking up, so much could go amiss, could be disappointing, even dangerous. Perhaps fulfilling one's fantasy alone is a more likely answer, and a lonelier one too. Well written, friend.
dude- very much a fan of your writing. Just raw- you hold NOTHING back...this to me seemed a piece about contradictions- wanting to be something but being something else- not being superstitious but picking up a penny for luck....and that closing line- like a hammer....just nailed it.
The imagery and vagaries knit together to turn the poem into a powder keg. When words transmute like this it's art. Thanks for 'kickass' it made my evening :).
Nice fast rhythm. The ending was like a sharp slap in the face.
Anthony, this is hardcore and vivid. The open door to a raw truth, "the aesthetics of a queen that cost too much..." My heart was hurting, this the story of so many men I have known, the substitute for sex, something pouring out instead of getting in, for want of better words. This is the real deal, you punched it, packed it, and nailed it shut. Admiration. Amy
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Shifty... love the U-turns and rugs whipped from under. That is a meaty closure.
Act 2?
I love the quest for interpretation your poems illicit. Powerful and uncontrived are your metaphors, you go where you want we readers of your verse to go. Outstanding Anthony. Great write, sir.
Wonderful pacing. Vivid and well done.
This was vivid and very deep my bruh. Keep flowing!
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