Their hair so slick

Their hair so slick

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They lose their lives to small hates so easily that you wonder if they are allergic to love. Perhaps these gangsters, revelling in their roadsters, go banging in their round pools of darkness to shut out the light, light so bright that it will reveal something sick about themselves. Their hair is so slick that it shines in the headlights and warns them to step away, find the shadows, a place that is as far as possible from cops and gallows. I thought myself a gangster once, true, tossing teens to the ground to grab their shoes; breaking windows to just to see glassy rainbow hues. But I learned otherwise when I found you, I discovered that life is a measured destruction of time already, and I renounced the fast lane in order to kill myself in minutes rather than bullets and enjoy each and every doddering slip -- each and every juddering rise and fall as we watch the future play out having already gambled it all.



© 2013 TLK





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I am in love with this. It strikes me deeply. It was not so long ago I was a gangster with "hair so slick." I was saved by the right woman, the "her" referenced in my poem. I like the image of the "bleeding prism hues," it instantly conjures a sight, a sound a smell. The writing is prose like, and the rhymes subtle, concealed. It is street poetry at its best, the swing and swagger of human speech, a voice oh so cocky and self assured. I'm not sure about the image of "round pools of darkness." It didn't conjure anything in my mind, although I'd love to know what you meant by it.

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Saint No-One

4 Years Ago

p.s. I would appreciate it if you could look at my poem "A Brighter Spark." This piece reminded me o.. read more
TLK

4 Years Ago

I'm glad that this has currency for people. I didn't know how human it was when I wrote it, the whol.. read more



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I am in love with this. It strikes me deeply. It was not so long ago I was a gangster with "hair so slick." I was saved by the right woman, the "her" referenced in my poem. I like the image of the "bleeding prism hues," it instantly conjures a sight, a sound a smell. The writing is prose like, and the rhymes subtle, concealed. It is street poetry at its best, the swing and swagger of human speech, a voice oh so cocky and self assured. I'm not sure about the image of "round pools of darkness." It didn't conjure anything in my mind, although I'd love to know what you meant by it.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Saint No-One

4 Years Ago

p.s. I would appreciate it if you could look at my poem "A Brighter Spark." This piece reminded me o.. read more
TLK

4 Years Ago

I'm glad that this has currency for people. I didn't know how human it was when I wrote it, the whol.. read more
this spills down the page reminiscent of Ginsberg. Love the word "Doddering" and the phrase "round pools of darkness." and life is a measured destruction of time already. Profound stuff. You don't waste words and I find that fascinating as it often takes me 500 hundred of them to get my motor started - and once I apply the gas, God only knows where I will end up. Usually its a stall out on the road to nowhere. This is great stuff.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

TLK

4 Years Ago

Get your motor started, and only then turn on the voice recorder. I sit there thinking furiously unt.. read more
This is a beautiful prose poem - 'They lose their lives to small hates so easily that you wonder if they are allergic to love.' was particularly striking. I've read and heard so many stories of people dying over stepped shoes in clubs and other real or imagined slights. That was a really striking metaphor for that...
'Their hair is so slick...' I'm reading the Autobiography of Malcolm X and somehow as I read this line it brought to mind Malcolm's hatred of 'conks' - to him it was a symbol of mental subjugation...I doubt you meant it in the same way though. The poem's title and the line's placement in the piece vaguely impressed upon me in the same way, somehow.
Interesting thought - life a 'measured destruction of time.' In this YOLO generation, someone needs to step up and ask; You Only Live Once - why waste it?
This was a beautiful, carefully constructed piece. Life IS a gamble, and the only call is all in.

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I personally don't like prose poetry very much, but this does paint a very vivid picture, so you've succeeded in that regard. Great use of imagery, and I think the tone fits - very sort of uncaring and sharp. Good work.

Posted 4 Years Ago


damn this is top shelf stuff :)

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TLK

4 Years Ago

I re-read it a few minutes ago and realised it was desperately worthy of being my 'featured' creatio.. read more
Emily B

4 Years Ago

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seems like a gamble of life my friend... the clock is ticking its hands... we rise and fall... we do this for its part of 'survival' and survival is life isn't...

your poems are full of riddles my friend... keep it up!

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you couldn't have arrived at this if you hadn't survived all that; the good can't make the world better, only the bad can do that

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