StillLife
Oh let the granite stone weep
Like some mocked-up Mary -
You see, my heart wears a clown mask
Grinning my forte, my foibles.
A dour stretch, my new smile
At a black Aphrodite -
Icicles hang from her ribs,
A soul more shredded than mine -
Only I could be taken
For the loveless goddess,
And guts stained
At the altar - I loved.
"Look into my eyes,"
She commanded and
Only then I saw
The snakes in her hair.















Comments
I love the last stanza.
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a boy like me would never be seen fighting for peace.
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Meanwhile I talk to myself, as one who has plenty of time. No one tells me anything new; so I tell myself to myself.
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"As long as people are going to call you a lunatic anyway, why not get the benefit of it? It liberates you from convention."-The Wicked Witch of the West(from Wicked)
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