After
if I could size you up
piece you into dip and stake
I will cudgel your double-fisted heart into pieces
in these barricades of wasted space
where I measured the wait in disc-moons
like a greedy hag for the cold rotundity
of her copper coin
where you once lay over me
gun-click, boot-strap, no love, this is no home
and looked at me cold and hard
and told me
you breathe more life, my dear, a burden
then tripped that halo round my neck
you had tugged and leashed me around
remember, love
I had once sold myself, to own yourself
but now, everyday, I run
bare and blameless
out of your bestial hands
they are only scaffolds
of two-worded sacks
and an iron-butted love
of spick and span
marked by the calendar
of what was once a woman’s scent
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Wow! A raw and power-packed, profoundly moving punch! Loved it!
The Precipice of Farewell Dreams for After. RIL has picked up in a big way.
Haha. Thank you so much for the wonderful compliment.
Fraz is right, this is raw and power packed. The sheer power and anger of the first three lines “if I could size you up/piece you into dip and stake/I will cudgel your double-fisted heart into pieces” really shocked me.
Its really refreshing to have something so direct and angry to read and worded so nicely ofcourse. I’m always worried about wording an emotion appropriately and I guess that sometimes makes it lose its power. Why don’t u ever have these workshopped in class? You have SUCH a poet in you!!!
haha. thanks sidra .man this site has got me all up an working. i am addicted to reading here and writing, of course. i just wrote this today in sheer anger with a crazy hand at the keyboard hehe and so thats why i couldnt workshop it lol.
Fierce and breathless. The imagery is astounding in its anger and power. I couldn’t find any issues at all.