As the Day

Beautifully macabre. Yet with a sad undertone. It opens smoothly, I always find that the first few lines are the hardest.

I find endings more tricky, though not too hard. Just hard to deliver that cliff.
Thank you for your eyes, Missy.

The focus on flesh and skin in this poem is deeply disturbing, as though Buffalo Bill from The Silence of the Lambs is lurking somewhere behind your lines. This would fit right in with the dark poems. I think it's about mortality, and age, and it has a Dorian Gray-ish element with the idea of stealing youth, personified by young flesh. Thanks for the read.

The disturbing, creepy edge wasn't really intended. That must be just my voice emitting. I'm not sure if this should of gone in dark or self or erotic or, or.. so here it must stay.
Thanks for the kind feedback, Jack.

I don't read as much literal bloody-horror flick type flesh stealing going on.(see goodlookingchaps.com). What I do read is a frugal and closer watched inventory of words,.in a good way, for me. Some of your writes have a bit of exttra philosophical phrases-almost to draw attention to,.hey this is a deep and smart motherfucker writing this, thought you should know. Almost showboating,.like a celebration dance after a score in sports, razzle dazzle. This one seems like a straight up score,.just down to business. My take, clearly.

As I said above, wasn't intended as gruesome, so I'm glad you kind of saw something else. I suppose it's a bit more bitter at the cards dealt.
You calling me a show off? I suppose we all are, but with an honest narrative I suppose it's just character(so I'll tell myself). Far too kind, lb. Cheers.

Very unique and beautifully written.


Clio

Thanks, clio.

i don't even know what to say
your words are stunning
=].

Well, you said plenty already. Thanks.

you give voice
to
an 'impersonal'(not-taken-personally,as per'self')
dread
in 'me' which 'i' take a rather different style
to 'voicing' in mine'own
pooterism.......it's
blessedly
'to the point' of being a'muse'ing' dread wit very
little literal 'dreadfulness' worth litter'ally dreading---

wtf, bring-it-on(&on)---

(that said))): ~nice write,kid~

Hey I agree with you to an extent. No better reader for a poem than the self, but it's nice to have a break from the inner immutable.
Danke, saxman.

i see more beauty and insight then darkness,,,,,,,,,,,

well done mr A..........

There's beauty in decadence, usually from its eyes. Thanks for the praise, John.