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City Nurtured
My city-nurtured sense could not account
For being barefoot, sans clothes, on the road;
The wind had risen and it seemed to goad
The orange trees and fresh fruit paramount
To cultivated counties; who'd discount
Those nightmares now? I wake, my thoughts are slowed,
To focus back to streams crossed; footprints showed
My path to pursuers, once loathe to mount
Me; tempted to degrade, they simply took
All freedom, then my dignity and clothes,
As they rejoiced - misogynist offence -
Rough, wretched, rural rapine rather shook
Me to the core, amongst those citrus groves:
Fucked as a fugitive; who showed contempt?
For being barefoot, sans clothes, on the road;
The wind had risen and it seemed to goad
The orange trees and fresh fruit paramount
To cultivated counties; who'd discount
Those nightmares now? I wake, my thoughts are slowed,
To focus back to streams crossed; footprints showed
My path to pursuers, once loathe to mount
Me; tempted to degrade, they simply took
All freedom, then my dignity and clothes,
As they rejoiced - misogynist offence -
Rough, wretched, rural rapine rather shook
Me to the core, amongst those citrus groves:
Fucked as a fugitive; who showed contempt?
Published 13th Oct 2018
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13th Oct 2018 3:42pm
from sans clothes on the road titillation to recollections of gang rape in a hostile environment...a disturbing but, as usual, compelling vignette...imagination takes us to many strange places...disturbing...well written...
17th Oct 2018 1:59pm
I had no intent for it to end there but it just wended its way and I was powerless to resist.
14th Oct 2018 12:37pm
You talk about a very serious offense in quaint terms, it's safe to assume that this is what makes it "art."
17th Oct 2018 2:01pm
Yes - my experience of physical abuse is nothing of this order - it was a pile up in my head
23rd Oct 2018 3:26am
A dark and compelling verse. Frightening in its storyline but scintillating in its envisaging.
John
John
