I'm suffocatingin your words
I can't breathe
can't expand
into the day
like body blows
word after word
you hurl
knocking me back
knocking me down
merciless
into a corner
and still
the words rain
slicing
hard
You're killing me
and if I try to tell you
I'm accused
of the crime
so I sit
rope-a-dope
and you beat me down
word by word
relentless in your aggression
blow by blow
I'm almost impressed
by your prowess
by how much
can come out of so little
by eyes open but blind
by a heart ignorant of itself
by a case being built
you don't want to win
11 comments:
I love it. I absolutely love it. The whole thing is perfect! The last two verses are pure unadulterated genius. I am awestruck and jealous as hell that I did not think of it myself. You are succinct and powerful, like Ayn Rand was with "The Fountainhead." Thank you for sharing that with us. =)
I just read it again, and it's still goddamned good.
Bel, the news from my company tonight is very, very dark. The end may be near unless something extraordinary happens over the weekend and no one is counting on that. I say this only to say how much your kind words on this poem mean to me at this moment. A temporary oasis in the maelstrom of other matters. I'm too numb right now to even drink, for I know it would not reach the pain that aches and I'd just have the hangover in the morning. So, thank you again for the kindness. Appreciated very much on this sad night.
A temple can offer sanctity amidst the storm.
Yes, temples are good for storms. :-)
I wish I hadn't read your comment until after I had commented upon the poem. So that I might be able to do so, let me say quite simply, first of all, and foremost, that I shall naturally hope for that miracle but that I am very sorry that things are looking so bleak. Wish there was something I could do other than to say such words. Will keep hoping of course, but know for whatever it is worth, my heart carries yours.
Echoing Bel in her opening comments, those were my first thoughts. Sheer brilliance! Absolutely loved it. Penetrating, clamorous, almost profoundly focused, it rushes forth, coating and caking, and inspiring such intense admiration and overwhelming responsiveness genius seems the only word that reaches far enough. Astonishingly good, just sorry for the inspiration.
Sweetest, as always, your comments mean the world to me. Thank you. Likewise, I wish I had not had the experience that created this poem. Such is life.
So, today, it is raining and I've got to go spend the first three hours of my day in an office hoping to sell the last of the furniture, the day after the reps voted to put the company into Chapter 7 (a lose-lose for everyone) rather than pursue the 363 sales that would have sold the company for somewhere between 30 to 50 million and would have been a win-win, especially for the reps who are owed quite a bit of money. This, my dear, is the path of stupid anger, of ignorant spite, of unadulterated greed masquerading as self-righteousness. I've said this before and I'll say it again, you never know the person next to you until the shiott hits the fan. I suppose in the next few days a deux ex machina event could happen, but unlikely.
Perhaps now, the six week nightmare can end and we can find closure and begin to pick up the economic pieces of our lives. I'd like to be able to read again, something that has eluded me since mid-Jan.
Finding the sense in other people's actions is sometimes impossible regardless of from which angle it is viewed. Really sorry it has all turned out this way. Thinking of you, and of everyone involved, and hoping for you personally that at some point in the near future, somehow with events not yet happened, you will be able to look back upon this time in some way as a blessing in disguise, i.e. professionally hopefully the best of times are still ahead. Love and hugs to you.
Well, I don't believe that things happen for a reason. Sometimes crap is just crap, no more, no less. Still, if moving on is the path, then I'm looking forward to a change of scenery. :-D
Such pain expressed here in the demolition of what was once a safe haven...Bankrupcies are hell.
My empathy, Tree. ((hugs))
Thanks Annie. Btw, I enjoyed those pics from Mexico, inside and out. A nice reprieve. :-)
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