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Published: 2003-11-29 03:06:43 +0000 UTC; Views: 94; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 13
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When you read thisI do not want you to smile.
I do not want you
to understand.
I do not want you to
be entertained.
I do not want these words on the breath of your lips,
or told to your friends some sleepless night,
or memorised and folded unfloded
like a favorite handkercheif.
You should not enjoy this.
I want the sky to crack with thunder
with the scratchings of my pen.
I want you to cry and gnash your teeth
and tear at your hair
and scream some unornamented scream
that reaches high to the lonely heavans.
I want my words to fell cities
to resurrect men claimed by dust.
I want my words
forgotten.
To live on in the blood
of the lonely men in crumpled clothes sitting in officecorners
who sip coffee
read the newspaper
and pretentiously
still
dare the world
with poetry.
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Comments: 3
Excellent last stanza. I started picking up on sexual references starting with "scratching of my pen," but I'm pretty sure that's irrelevant/unintended.
Interesting coupling of "officecorners."
Very personal; it's rare that a piece of poetry uses the first person and still carries that flare of delicate privateness.
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yet another good poem from you... yep you're well worth the watch my friend.
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And I want you to write more like this.
Pick a title, I hate untitled submissions.
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