Catatonic Rockling

[grillparzerkarma]

The cast, it’s coming off
(“How are you?”)
Doktor smiled

Sliting it like a watermelon,
Finding seeds in it
(sickly saccharin-ripe and dead).

Father gathered my bits-and-pieces--
That disgusting,
Sagging yellow hide--

Threw (the f***ing,
Rusting motor) parts out--
The window, onto the ledge.

Mother finally let go,
Adding the ring finger of the other hand,
The lost teeth the tooth fairy’s been
Collecting from under my pillow,
Rims that kept quiet—abandoned
For contact lenses.

You’ve done this to yourself,
Dumped clumping crumbs of numbers—(imaginary
And unsolved) onto a dirty windowsill:

That’s all.

 

[cherub]

kinda sounds like a realization to growing up... good idea process

 

[yakksoho]

I'm completely blown away by this piece
read it again and again, its so good it hurts to read it
the rhythm, rhymes excellent and subtle, its vers libre taken to the extremes, beyond its own limits
allowing it to fit within itself over and over like linguistic matrioshkas
also it tells a story, beautiful and relatable and baleful
ironic
each line is perfect
and thank you for sharing

(sickly saccharin-ripe and dead).

Father gathered my bits-and-pieces--
That disgusting,
Sagging yellow hide--

Threw (the f***ing,
Rusting motor) parts out--
The window, onto the ledge.

unbelievable

 

[Cosmic Mist]

There is a meloncholy to this piece that really strikes me. It's almost longing, yet at the smae time accepting of what is happening...

It's good to get once's thoughts out.