Post by anirbas on May 12, 2007 22:33:38 GMT -6
and in the aftermath
will you and your young friends,
stand about the leaping flames...
them swilling ego and confidence from longnecked
bottles of booze while you ooze angst and bitterness
from your very pores in soured spews of expletives
of what a useless bitch and worthless whore
I was? as they egg you on, typical male
redneck fashion, to throw some more
of that god damned shit of her's
on the fire and you'll feel
better...and Tolstoy
will fly through the air
and land with a poof of dead sound
that sends blue and saffron sparks arcing and dancing
into the flat blue sky of a hot early summer evening as the fire dances
in curls about the innocent pages of knowledge your narrowmindedness
burns, like everything and everyone else it burned in it's fiery, merciless path...
disclaimer: the rednecks referred to in this piece are fictionalized characters...you do not know them...you do not wish to know them...[hollow laugh] besides, the word redneck in my estimation, has nothing to do with one's occupation or location on the map, but is a state of mind, instead...and is used as such, in this piece...so, please, any countryboys reading this, don't be a poet hater...it ain't referrin' to you boys, okie dokie? LOL...or not...it's an emotive piece, an angst poem, thaz all, folks...Nir.
will you and your young friends,
stand about the leaping flames...
them swilling ego and confidence from longnecked
bottles of booze while you ooze angst and bitterness
from your very pores in soured spews of expletives
of what a useless bitch and worthless whore
I was? as they egg you on, typical male
redneck fashion, to throw some more
of that god damned shit of her's
on the fire and you'll feel
better...and Tolstoy
will fly through the air
and land with a poof of dead sound
that sends blue and saffron sparks arcing and dancing
into the flat blue sky of a hot early summer evening as the fire dances
in curls about the innocent pages of knowledge your narrowmindedness
burns, like everything and everyone else it burned in it's fiery, merciless path...
disclaimer: the rednecks referred to in this piece are fictionalized characters...you do not know them...you do not wish to know them...[hollow laugh] besides, the word redneck in my estimation, has nothing to do with one's occupation or location on the map, but is a state of mind, instead...and is used as such, in this piece...so, please, any countryboys reading this, don't be a poet hater...it ain't referrin' to you boys, okie dokie? LOL...or not...it's an emotive piece, an angst poem, thaz all, folks...Nir.
