Hell
This place seems so unfamilair
although I spend my time here
So many shapeless faces
but only one mind
plotting and pushing against me
drowning in a sea of bodies
I keep my distance
but they crawl closer
permeating my defenses
there is no where to turn but inside
but I am still not alone
I've longed for death
Now I long for life
crying for escape, detachment
hoping for freedom from myself
Random Word Poem
Watch the stylish dancers play
newly decorated in healthy energy
Listen to the museum guide make points
A tongue behind Pearly teeth speaks of hydrocarbon
I sit, loathesomely like a casualty,
pondering the definition of of ire for novelty
2 comments:
Tony, I'd like to see your poems be more particularly about a place that you yourself have been--a place that's a real one, terrible as hell if you have to be there forever.
The one with the random words is a little more interesting, with the image of a tour guide and his pearly teeth.
I'm having trouble envisioning this place you describe as hell. I see that you are describing a state of confusion and usually that can be a form of hell for some people. I think it is a little too vague.
The second poem is interesting and I like how all the words fit together. As random of a selection it is, you make it work pretty well.
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