poetry critical

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Random Poem:

Crashing Words

oh ted
how silly,
pretty words and pretty boys
it’s the underground that laughs not i
not I ted
playboys excite that natural vigor
though charm inveigles substance
there is no pleasure in words too seductive to ignore
except our inherent madness of passion
only shiny things and cannon spoil the soul.
but what of the art
you have it and its there
it hangs on walls like ballroom dances
the old stones, long cold, grant no breath
the gift of exuberance is but God’s to give
it’s the suffering—
there is no me in Sir, your expectation an obligation
of my pride—
as in your bastard hills we value every pebble
here too in the dirty south,
the shackles grimace in the presence of rank
with each moment combusting towards an epic translation
of the worldly and divine this immortal blood lingers
for flattery or disgrace each pimple screams bolder
though who is left to defend the caricatures of time’s senility
this chase for white crows sours long after the flesh
and with it too a grand inheritance
of awestruck eyes of the future’s cursed
or for some this land springs mist from the earth
and days are soft with myrtle and wine
forgive me as I know not yet my place—
and again for my Scottish hair

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