Stuart Buck

after reading the bible, naked and afraid

by Stuart Buck

Monday 24th April 2017 4:38 pm

until the rhymes and undulations

coat my worthless throat

like waves of acquiescence

i wont write my poetry for you

and ive been up all night, naked

and so frail, my gut my cock my balls

pale and inexcusable in the moonlight

thinking about those damn cosmic vibrations

thinking, dancing and reading the bible aloud

with joy in my heart

as we hurtled towards revelation

towards the culling of the fold

and the sun is 149597870700 metres

away from my starving eyes

but christ

i feel you

tonight

i feel you

🌷(7)

◄ what god has joined together let no man put asunder

take the darkness of this world and make it light ►

Comments

Neil Robertson

Thu 27th Apr 2017 17:42

really like this stu - the pause between the last three lines captures perfectly the protagonist's fear and need for reassurance (although if that's not what you were going for apologies for the misinterpretation!)

Stu Buck

Thu 27th Apr 2017 13:08

thanks all.

cynthia, perhaps you are right, faith is there somewhere, shining through from the depths! and thanks for the compliment re: the line, thats really quite something!

ray, its madness and chaos mixed with beauty, just like life.

suki! i am well thank you, its nice to be back posting and getting such lovely comments.

as i am sure you are all aware, they really do mean a lot, especially coming from people whose work i admire.

bloody great. onwards and upwards!

suki spangles

Thu 27th Apr 2017 12:38

Hey Stu,

How's tricks?

Really, I can't add to much to what has already been said by Cynthia, David and Ray. Another powerhouse!

Cheers,
Suki

steve pottinger

Thu 27th Apr 2017 11:08

Cracking poem, Stu, for all the reasons stated. ?

Cynthia Buell Thomas

Wed 26th Apr 2017 17:27

Perhaps you just need to redefine your idea of faith, Stu. I find this work 'full of faith', bursting! How long has it been since last you were 'reading the Bible aloud'? Especially with a friend? A chill ran up my spine at 'the culling of the fold', an expression I find totally alienating. I think that idea alone is a huge insight into this work. Maybe unintentional.

'Pale and inexcusable in the moonlight' is one of the BEST lines of poetry I've ever read, especially applied to 'my gut my cock my balls'. Lines like that make poets famous!

raypool

Tue 25th Apr 2017 22:06

Although this seems almost like thoughts out of control, I feel a technique running through it which speak of a desire to express at any cost (to the mind). The parallel I feel would be a finding of a soul and its wonderful resonance in a chaos of the undefined. Therefore great poetry!

Nice that your posting

Ray

Stu Buck

Mon 24th Apr 2017 23:53

thanks all, really pleased you like this piece, i enjoyed writing it. no real religious phase graham although i can see why you'd ask. i have no faith myself, i envy those who do, but i do enjoy using the idea of belief in poetry.

bang on the money david, i felt fevered, almost rabid as i wrote this. how big is the gap between madness and joy?