Wallpaper
The paperweight tangerine, swinging on my cerebral stem,
is humming the pips into my curls with every yesterday
You smile for,
every yesterday
pasted on the kitchen chords clogging my vocal sore points
as I turn into the wall.
You are an epic winner;
Crushing lampshade government,
And we can’t do jack-shit about it.
Antony Owen
Wed 10th Feb 2010 13:13
You have a sharp mind for creating a scene with some visceral images. I think some of the longe rlines like 1/2 & 5 could be condensed to evoke the images more concrete. Tangerine is a good image, a bitter fruit to be dissected, undressed and consumed (like love?).
The last 3 lines make a bittersweet and crushing statement, sardonic with a backhanded compliment.
Good stuff - mucho enjoyed.