Too much time spent licking razor blades
Hanging with the prehistoric beasts
Tearing rotten flesh
Foul
Deep in the Everglades
Lazy in the sullen swamp
Forgetting the motion of the ocean
The magic of the moonlit beach
The rhythmic slapping of the cooling waves
Finally finding the right remedy
Previously using the wrong lubrication
Pouring parched dry Earth
Into rusted joints
Futile attempts at literate rebirth
Yes... too much time
Licking razor blades
Suckig the last ink
From the quill...
Crimson salt of a
Hedonistic lifestyle
Sedative & stimulant addiction
The danger has lost its thrill
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Author:
Syd (
Offline) - Published: August 23rd, 2020 11:21
- Category: Reflection
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Comments5
Brian here ~ Good Evening Sid - Thanks for a very intriguing Poem. Loved the PIC we dont use that type of blade anymore we use three small blades embeded in Plastic @r 50 x the cost. The old type were very useful ! One of my Party Tricks used to be chewing Razor Blades & I never cut my mouth ! I agree with your premise - we do spend too much time trying to reconnect with the past ! However to live *WE must seize the Present* and move on ! Thanks for sharing - please check our site - Thanks
Love - Peace - Joy
Angela & Brian 💛💛
Wow what a party trick! Thanks for reading and leaving feedback. I will be sure to check out your page.
- Syd
Oohh, I don't fancy licking them. I'll stay with using them for shaving only!
'Crimson salt' has me hiding behind the sofa shuddering at the thought.
Lol! Thanks for reading and leaving feedback Orchidee.
Hope you're keeping well - Syd
you have an instinctive talent for seamless rhythm,
though bleak in tone, their is real purpose and message to unearth for those willing to dig beyond the shock-value aesthetics,
you have showcased a glimpse at a very contemplative and empathetic Poet,
Thank you so much for reading and I very much value your positive feedback. Most of poems are bleak or controversial...but that's just me.
I'll be sure to stop by your page - Syd
I connect with this in ways i didn't expect. I suppose it is a bit like crimson salt...
Thank you Vans. I appreciate you reading and leaving feedback. Glad you could connect. Most of my writes are quite dark.
- Syd
After the thrill we are left with a nightmare.
I agree. One can become trapped in a nightmare
The nightmare becomes the dream, then the dream becomes the nightmare again. O wretched body...
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