Confession

As with your 'award-winning' poem today, I'm quite taken wit yr, refreshingly offhanded approach and syntax, & blah,blah, blah. Your self-commentary addendum was viewed by me as a valid 'part' of the poem.....excellent.
Write on, dear.

Many thanks Daniel, it's refreshing to be received by a community FOR my word, and not despite them. I cannot express how thankful I am for this support and outlet, you rock!

"Obscured ratios
sheltered & concealed
beneath baggy tomboy clothes
(And yes, I'll confess...)
on par with Monroe's
that sweet point-seven-O" - numbers to name,maim,tie down and constrain.hidden away the hankering will quench the thirst of the most savage beasts; bursting from the bushes with intent to kill

"Terrain & negative spaces
inlets - between - curved outcroppings
I cloak in outer fibers
fogging up everything
veiling views of scenic vistas
til' they're inevitably illuminated " - stabbing with a switchblade knife in and out of out stretched fingers,faster,and faster...waiting for the miss.breaking out windows with fog because the sound of breaking glass is satisfying

"to shipwreck men in my coves " - to play the most dangerous game, setting Burmese tiger pits, "Hunting tigers ceased to interest me some years ago. I exhausted their possibilities, you see. No thrill left in tigers, no real danger."

"For I...
an intimately initiated
in Delilah' s
satryic sorority
Verily,
her enamoured & disturbed
equivalent
Entrapping in my green, wreathed irises
secrets of strength
wresting the roots under
my razor " - Horror,romance,leave them all in a trance.Green is a thing,a color,a stop light waiting to be ran when it turns...turns on a dime after they daylight sets on the night of a full moon.

be careful when cutting,or cruising, taking off too much;it may also be the trick to take hearts by storm.they heard the radio now they've all been warned.

"So life buries men;
bound
bald
& blind " - breaking them in half, hardly leaving anything for the vultures to pick off the bones.as simple as the infomercials "SET IT AND FORGET IT!"...they never stood a chance

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"Stanzas, true, admittedly
The 1st & 2nd, crushingly, certainly so

...the 3rd a sharkbite of sense
in my allegoric undertow

Aids, awaking me for my knowing.
Anguish, for the growing." - i love this part for it's a mid poem self reflection which i've never seen the likes of..the hunting patterns have changed, be fearful for the fight has been taken to the next level..we've watched and learned.

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"& you pretty poetic things
you...
gaze and gape at these
grating
grassroots
showings
Stalking behind screens
daring even to judge me " -berating the very things given life to;waiting to be shown how to live. shock and awe, we wait watching..but tune in next week for the dramatic conclusion kids, it's going to be one hell of a show.

"Though these fruits fall
derelict drops
showering
into your mouths just as smoothly
from our family tree" -we eat the negligence knowing what trees they fall from,told not to listen to snakes yet we still bit the hand that fed us, now we fester at thoughts; no fruit from these labors shall we yield.

"Our newborn heads
were pressed in emergence
born of backward baptisms
by, & into our communal crux
of flesh

& I cannot be rid of mine
quickly enough " - being born yesterday,sent to be drown, turn our religion up past 10 and break off the knob...lets see how long they all last.living commercial lives,we all live in mail order catalogs from now on.

these demons will devour us all if we sit in this boiling pot long enough....stew anyone?


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..... i think this poem may have broke me and everything i thought reality was made of. it  tastes divine when the words leave my lips.

(all of Madison square garden stands and applauds as well as i)

Great lines written off mine, thank you for the addition of your perspectives!

I found this a difficult disturbing write - especially the last stanza - don't get me wrong it is a beautifully crafted poem as almost all of yours are - but I got a strange vibe from it - but maybe it's just me :-)))

I definitely see how people would. It's a vague, subjective, anguished one. It was difficult *to* write, and I almost didn't submit it. Lots of couched admissions here :(

Thank you David, it's always a warmth to read your comments 🌻

So far as eye'm,  concerned, most OBVIOUS  'poetry' is worthless, other than to a bunch of 'poets' who have nothing but self-indulgence to talk about