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Insane Poverty
Dancing around a sea
of insane poverty .
You see the sky flex
as you watch the vapours of your mind
form an arc around the atmospheric convex .
You don't want to fall into the oscillating
whirling mass
of expirement .
You cling onto huge stalagmites
of built up frozen tears
your frozen fingers feel like they want to capitulate
and then you'll fall
into all
your biggest fears .
All you can do is build yourself up higher
light an ice mass melting fire
and watch the sea
of poverty
expire.
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Published 3rd Jan 2010
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Anonymous
4th Jan 2010 9:41pm
A sinewy spider's web of a poem; at first glance it seem disorganised, but when read a kind of meticulous structure emerges, and there's even a scattered rhyme scheme. Language crisp as always. Even your less earth-shattering pieces (not that this is one of those) have a strangely chewable texture. I liked the way the poem was, at it’s most basic, a baroque presentation of a simple theme; an old idea wrapped in reams of sumptuous cotton. (You’ll have to forgive me my self-indulgent metaphors!)
Anonymous
26th Dec 2011 4:36pm
you are one of the best writers on this site a good poem
26th Dec 2011 4:50pm
