(In) & (Out) of Street City Cork

A wander through the streets in November of a beautiful city.

Inside & out of street city Cork

I touch your taste

I feel your subsistence

 

In-between the hairs of my head

 

Journeyed snake-like through unknown

Kicked leaves and sunk gulped

Masquerading as this affected soul

 

Covered by skin

 

I drool the meat feast

But I keep knives

Under my belt

 

I scrawl words of nothing

That scream and implode

In short time

 

On piece of cut off finger nail

 

Pale faces up in garnish

Timber sarcophagus

Bend the asphalt connection

 

It is but the speaker’s honour

Trying to fight the records

But these words are worms in the sludge

 

Gathering on cut and blow floors

 

 

Reviews

[R J Askew]

the top makes it seem as if they city is exploring you. I like the self-shrinking notion of the soul being bagged up in a skin carrier bag. and the idea of your words being here and then gone I relate to. but I can't work out the knives. honour and fighting the records sounds like you enjoy the quest, but the worms suggest you think little of your chance. I am probably way off beam!

[C. C. Burl]

Wow, what a vocabulary! :) And what a piece, it was lovely. I left it feeling as if I had "known" Cork. "Kicked leaves and sunk gulped" reminded me of street sewers underfoot. Just a lovely image to put in a poem, at least, according to me! Rhythm and beat were cityish and modern in themselves, with hints of ancient people of Ireland. I enjoyed this, it is really a piece to be read, then read through again, slowly. A bard you certainly are!

[The Spaniard]

Great flow on this, It read so fluently and your word usage was excellent. Keep it up!

[Siddartha Beth Pierce]

A deepthful and seeking soul reached those myriads of places - thank you.
Light,
Siddartha

[Philip Franklin]

Thanks for your review. I take it that you are Irish. I lived in Eire and I know the deapth of the Irishmans soul. This poem reminds me of the times I spent listening to bards in the local pub. Magnificent poem full of imagery and emotion.

[Travis Lawrence]

Now this, is good abstract poetry.

"I touch your taste
I feel your subsistence

In-between the hairs of my head"

-- Brilliant image and it made me focus on the space between my hairs. Nicely done.

"But these words are worms in the sludge"

-- Favorite line

Definitely great stuff, better than most I've seen here.

[Nicholas Hallows]

The first time I read this through I thought, yeah, this is interesting and good.
Then I read it a second time and all of a sudden I had this voice in my head reading it perfectly with great rhythm. It made me appreciate this piece all the more. I really like the language and descriptions but most of all the voice it created in my head as I read it. Very good!

Journeyed snake-like through unknown
Kicked leaves and sunk gulped
Masquerading as this affected soul

Covered by skin

I drool the meat feast
But I keep knives
Under my belt

Awesome!

NH

[Celtic Cat]

You had me at Cork. God I miss Ireland. Was only there for a short time, but it's beauty will live on forever in my heart.
Love this piece, had to read it a few times to get it all in, so much going on, as others have said. It was a nice trip out of my office this afternoon and I love the way you write, very provacatively I think. My fav line is: on pieces of cut off finger nail. Very unique and wonderful.

[Bubo]

What an insightful piece..............so indepth, watching............what an experience to be able to write about.

seemingly anti-positive
not negative
but thought encased

i touch your taste

i feel your subsistence

in-between the hairs of my head

No gathering on cut and blow floors, the imagary is so great........and you weave words beautifully.

[Angelheaded Hipster]

I would like to do this one day....just go to a park, or a beach, or even a cafe, why not....and people watch, and write down what catches my thoughts like you have done here....
the words and the imagery is just great....

i drool the meat feast

but i keep knives

under my belt

Those three lines stick out the most for me...for some reason, Im catching a wolf in sheeps clothing here....