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The man who can't be moved
Today I saw a man
lying half naked
in a pool of dried vomit
flies making merry
and stray dogs watching
helplessly curious
to see such a sight
But oblivious he slept
this organism posing as human
a cheap porn magazine
lying crumpled a little ahead
must have belonged to him
I thought and saw a thong
quickly assemble
with meaningful grins
and hushed gibberish
When I reached the spot
I found their subject
of unbridled excitement
a faceless pregnant woman
in advanced stage
labeled and explained
and I felt something akin to
splinters blooming
like tropical buds
within
I felt ashamed
t w i c e
1.
For myself-for judging
the maternity guide too
quick
and
2.
For having come across
the man prostate on the
asphalt
In slow strides I walked back
with a storm gathering inside
after a night of reading about
symbolism and embolism
trying to invent something of a device
may be a coping mechanism
or a not-too-intricate rabbithole
while my nemesis slept naked
unfazed by morality and mortality
and I thought of asking him
what primitive kind of rotten bastard
he really was, but on second thoughts
he at least knew what he wanted
while I was anything but sure
about my own
Feeling like a ghost
I kept on moving away
cowed down by my troubling crisis
Came evening along with the
street lights-neon signs-smog
and on my stroll
I stared and smiled
as I came across
still lying there
unmoving, slow-breathing, aestivating
the man who can't be moved.
Photograph courtsey-Mehmet Turgut
Published 13th Jan 2012
| Edited 20th Feb 2012
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13th Jan 2012 11:02pm
13th Jan 2012 11:29pm
perfectlyimperfect
Thank you for stopping by.
I am glad it had that effect.
regards
S'
Thank you for stopping by.
I am glad it had that effect.
regards
S'
14th Jan 2012 00:44am
14th Jan 2012 9:35am
I've often thought I've seen the homeless aestivating but never put it into those words. Nice insight. I'd call it that insightful rather than touching - to recognize the innocent grace in the graceless. I do get the feeling however that two things might help. The school shooting, although it may have been contiguous in the real world experience of this, it doesn't seem to add anything to the poem version of this. And "lo came evening" doesn't seem to match the tone or language of the rest. That evening must have snuck up on you in a more ordinary way than that. Not that elevation isn't needed here, but it is the divine indifference of the hibernating street man that needs it not the evening. Maybe it's just "lo" and "vomit" in the same poem. If you get the time, maybe tighten it and I'm liking it. The last line is very good however... giving it a special strength.
14th Jan 2012 9:39am
Steve
I am glad you stopped by.
That is very kind and astute
of you. I felt what you did.
Would do whatever it takes.
Thank you as ever,
S'
I am glad you stopped by.
That is very kind and astute
of you. I felt what you did.
Would do whatever it takes.
Thank you as ever,
S'
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21st Jan 2012 2:31am
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21st Jan 2012 9:45am
Sapphire_Angel
Thank you for stopping by.
Yes, we can.
Glad you liked it.
S'
Thank you for stopping by.
Yes, we can.
Glad you liked it.
S'
