Thighs are beset by litter. Fingers continue galling.
Facial landscape gets eroded. Casual scraping lessens
Tension of mental stresses. Fragmenting seldom threatens.
Comments beckon irritation. Why do you try to mimic
Ignorance of elitists? Proudly, I flout the gimmick.
Wisdom labeled you "contagion," agent of fatal sickness.
That's why it kept a distance, ran with a healthy quickness.
Skin I fling is sacrificial, homage to what you're saying.
Bodily scrap is standard--properly, I've been paying.
Tension of mental stresses. Fragmenting seldom threatens.
Comments beckon irritation. Why do you try to mimic
Ignorance of elitists? Proudly, I flout the gimmick.
Wisdom labeled you "contagion," agent of fatal sickness.
That's why it kept a distance, ran with a healthy quickness.
Skin I fling is sacrificial, homage to what you're saying.
Bodily scrap is standard--properly, I've been paying.
"fragmenting seldom threatens"...it's clear the paths have forked, between those who get it and those who don't. The latter fight with all they have left to hold on to "bodily scrap", but their mein has such pathos, causes such sadness. The former must love them as they are, but it is hard because compassion demands all deserve "homage to what [they're] saying." Seven is a magic number, and 14 is double that.
ReplyDeleteYour insight is a huge enhancement to the poem, close to transformation.
DeleteI also hear the self-flagellation...ow.
ReplyDeleteThe "glitter-decay" reminds me of Manhattan in the late 80s and all my friends starting to get sick from a "mystery disease." Also, that "wisdom labeled you contagious," which meant so many were ostracized from families, from work, even from their churches... some wisdom, huh? Not sure if this is a relevant comment, but that's what I got from it. "Ran with a healthy quickness" now seems ironic... Peace, Amy
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