irony

[J Hillenburg]

irony



Your body was broken from self-abuse,

and had lost much of its beauty.

Resembling some love starved wraith,

you would approach me

nude, completely nude,

and would ask for my time.

Invariably

our whiskey-soured mouths

would find one another,

and together we would merge

our damaged and corrupted desires.


Such is the state of things

when one has spent his life constantly

biting the hand that tried

to feed him.

Condemned to remember the touch

of desperate women

as if it were some sort of benediction

from the Gods.

[lizzytysh]

The accuracy of images in your poetry amazes me, J. The things that inspire you to write about do, too. I've observed the coming togethers of some of the people you speak of here. Very interesting to see the graphics of them in the bedroom later in the night. Such fates that you address. The sadness in such connections.

~ Elizabeth

[Makera]

I noticed the hint of 'Light As a Breeze' influence, also.

~Makera

[J Hillenburg]

Really? That's very interesting. I do LOVE that song (don't have a copy of The Future anymore, sadly) But I haven't thought about that song in a long time. I take even seeing the influence of that in the poem as a high compliment.

[Makera]

It was meant to be complimentary, J. . Your unconscious absorbed that song's essence very well. The fact that you 'forgot' the details, but produced a kind of 'variation on a theme of', could probably be loosely classed as a kind of cryptomnesia (that's not a bad thing).

~Makera