I am a phony master –
I tell you how radically easy it is,
how rational it is,
but I hang with dizzy stars which shoot
in resignation for black holes,
delivering the power of hopelessness,
defining my emotional ruins.
How can I tell you it is easy?
Watching dancers on the street,
sweetly frazzled hair, freaking love, bouncing joy,
storming happiness,
and I’m glued to the awning with sticky slobber
from cats with motor-driven claws.
It is One Shot Wednesday AGAIN. Go check out the good people and the good poetry!
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#1 by Reflections on January 26, 2011 - 1:22 am
Wonderful imagery, stark emptiness emanates..
#2 by Carl on January 26, 2011 - 7:14 am
Than you for your comment.
#3 by jenneandrews on January 26, 2011 - 2:24 am
Extremely powerful words– thanks for posting this. Intense and beautiful…xxJenne’
#4 by Carl on January 26, 2011 - 7:14 am
Thank you for your kind words, Jenne!
#5 by brian on January 26, 2011 - 6:04 am
fark. love the closing lines, great imagery…and how can i when i am just as broken? if not then who? nice one shot
#6 by Carl on January 26, 2011 - 7:16 am
Thanks very much, Brian!
#7 by Marian on January 26, 2011 - 10:32 am
“freaking love” it. yippee carl! i wouldn’t guess you are a wallflower. hmmmm.
#8 by Carl on January 26, 2011 - 6:29 pm
Thank you, Marian! Not a wallflower but a black hole in the wall.
Thank you for reading!
#9 by hedgewitch on January 26, 2011 - 12:52 pm
Descriptive and scary, full of reality and insight…a vivid exploration of self that is also universal.
#10 by Carl on January 26, 2011 - 6:30 pm
Thank you for those kind comments. It means a lot!
#11 by Evelyn on January 27, 2011 - 12:23 am
“Watching dancers on the street,
sweetly frazzled hair, freaking love, bouncing joy,
storming happiness”
fabulous floating words!
such goodness!
great beat.
#12 by Carl on January 27, 2011 - 6:21 am
Thank you, Evelyn. Should I confess that in an earlier version “storming happiness” was “fucking happy.” I decided that it did not help the piece at all so it changed.