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iron cross
scratches I made on the calendar tallied up slowly.
not enough X’s behind me, too many days of battle
ahead. in the bunker, under the white eyes of the
flares, my heart beat for the fix of a sinfully feathered
bed, & a woman to make it warm.
when the guns have gone silent, we retreat to the
waterfront town. whiskey to drown out the screams of
the mortars. whores to drain the rage from a man’s loins.
she’s a hard woman, harder than a mercenary. she
bears the sweat of her father’s farm on her shoulders.
with government script, I purchase her for the night.
her embrace carries me beyond the mundane & the
moratoriums, & I find the burnished horizon of my
savage lust in the grip of her thighs…
and so are the destitute nights of my life reaffirmed:
I have been with whores, or I have been alone.
[how do I validate the years that have run away, rendered to
me only the gift of loneliness, but to realize that the things I
have never had, I have never wanted. I have never wanted.]
I linger in the shadows, & I warn you, woman, don’t
get close, don’t look at me –
all of my wars are carved on my face…
(Art by Vee Speers)
Published 10th Mar 2015
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Anonymous
10th Mar 2015 10:24pm
Phuck yeah jawn. Whale dun.
Rm
Rm
10th Mar 2015 10:26pm
Your words are pure art JF...
I enjoy reading them and the places they take me... :)
I enjoy reading them and the places they take me... :)
Anonymous
10th Mar 2015 10:50pm
maybe because of the pic you should put it in adult content to be safe. over all though I liked this perspective of an outlaw
10th Mar 2015 11:07pm
i love getting lost in your mind, Mister Feddeler, the journey through your thoughts is always an incomparable experience
10th Mar 2015 11:53pm
11th Mar 2015 00:06am
i was rather fond of this, JFed... rather indeed. if you are wanting honest critique, i have some suggestions regarding the last quarter or so, only because that's where the flow went a bit jagged for me. lovely work. [:
11th Mar 2015 1:24am
I feel I repeat myself with you but gonna say it again, love the way you write. So unique. Takes me to places that no one else does.
11th Mar 2015 6:21am
Reminds me of "Fury" with Brad Pitt - the scene where they enter the village and find refuge with the locals ... Chocolates - cigarettes and rations are bartered for a taste of humanity on both sides
Cool scribe
Cool scribe
11th Mar 2015 3:41pm
The Sir with iron clad emotions! Scars of warning -- carrying such conviction, John, warrants your audience to stand at attention at all times. Adhering to even the slightest sound of a pin drop within your theatre. Enjoyed it! Respectfully, blue angel
11th Mar 2015 4:41pm
Scars can be attractive, on women or men. They're marks of experience. I've been consistently amazed by what women can look at without flinching.
13th Mar 2015 2:56am
I've never hired a prostitute, but I was quite the gigolo in youthful days long gone. Ever heard the expression "you don't pay them to stay, you pay them to leave"? The man in this poem is a man who means it.
The third stanza's a real knockout. Another great, relatable work for me admire muchly. Dig those scars. My own are carved all over.
The third stanza's a real knockout. Another great, relatable work for me admire muchly. Dig those scars. My own are carved all over.
13th Mar 2015 3:00pm
Written with such profound determination, to hold on to what you know, and have known ...what incredible strength it takes to hide behind the scars of life and not let that cross slide even for a moment...
Amazing ink JohnFeddeler
Amazing ink JohnFeddeler
14th Mar 2015 5:48am
John, this is the kind of work to be studied in an English literature class.. There is so much depth here, so many venues to unearth and explore that it needs a full hour and a half discussion. I love Belial's comment-and how it exposes the vulnerability of the narrator. Just give me a call, would ya? We need to talk about this shit.
14th Mar 2015 8:43am
I felt like I was caught up in and old black and white movie. I have to be honest and this is just me but I think it's funny how women are called whores for the night. The whoring goes both ways verbally but then again aren't we sometimes allowed that primal urge to be alive without sin, without the whoredom? Like I said just me but I like that your poem sparked me.
15th Mar 2015 6:38am
21st Mar 2015 4:09am
Terrific work, John. with such wonderful lines as " whores to drain the rage from a man’s loins" and a killer last line.
