Beneath

Welcome back, Mr A. It's good to see your words again.

:)

Didn't think I was gone that long. Cheers, Atakti. :)

When you still all of the other selves who could be there, subtract all of the actions which are identified with but not identical to the self, the one left over is probably te best place to start writing from. It is a quiet and measured start.Perhaps a little less so toward the end. As Alptraum stanzas go, the last is perhaps. a bit abstract. Still very satisfying even if it leaves things up in the air.

It's a pile of introspective babble, and I'm reminded of a Dylan Thomas poem about some nonsense with shapes and colours. The only stanza I like is the deer one; the rest is just words.

Gonna gut the bastard. Cheers for your thoughts, man. I agree with that ending.

nuh huh i liked it i responded no why did i not comment to say so? not that my opinion is much in the eyes of the poets

maggie said i like confessional poetry

u might have seen the thread i made lamenting your absence

but now its only another 'i sits in the glow of naturrr and i thunk abt lyf o look a deer'

to be honest
tbh
idc

u keep the best part just for u to think about what it Really Means

but its beautifully written i just want more of your insides to feast on i like guts i like innards

I deleted the poem, or the rest of it, and left this here like a wedge behind the wheel of a van, on a hill, where somebody's scribbled "CLEAN ME, YOU FAT CUNT" in the dirt on its rear window.

is that what it says that's crude I would put 'your wife was filthy too'  or 'free candy' that's just personal insults. don't let nobody make u shamed of your van haha :D

I don't have a van with banging coming from the inside in the middle of the third marsh on the right in the Peak district ok?


(I know in your first comment you just wanted to tell me you started a thread about me. It's ok. I hug sometimes.)

well i wanted to tell you i know that you know and that you know that i know that you know i started a thread about you o omniscient lurker

buut that was my actual opinion of your deleting the introspective babble. sorry

o yes
an other
alptraumatican
swee'gentle
gut-shot...

nigh'ty'night imagery par excellence-------butthen, eye'm so-EEzEE 2 pleas......

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some mighty i'musing blabberations up there,DUPfolks.

S'Aints Perverse Us Unto Deletion!

Woah. Hold your horses, man. We'll have less of that praise deluge, grazie.

aw,cmon....

be a Sport, Alp.

I doubt you meant this to be delightful, but I'm delighted by it.  Mostly this line: "move around me like twigs on deadwater" - yeah, that's deer in the dark.

Why thank you, Kaatho.

"and I belong in two different places,
I fear both are not here."  enjoyed this ending--finding several of your poems have a drawing dark quality..(yeah I am late to the Mr A party...sorry!)

Ain't no lates in this inverted party. Thanks for joining, nonetheless.