Tumbled Red Pen

Whisper what you don't want to hear.
Slave the words with
                    matchbook passion.
Be the beginning.
           Forget the ending.
Go forward in a tumbled red pen
                            sort of world.
Eradicate the obvious
                           and
accept the hinges just as they are.
Be for freedom, and so,
           you can be as whipped
                       as you want to be.
Monsters live in the closets.
Monsters live on the streets.
Detours and signs,
                 signs and detours.
Doors closed.
Windows broken.
We cannot be the flags
                        of restless defeat.
Only in hot water do boiling leeches
                                     make sense.
Jingle jangle envelopes and
                     slippery sliding stamps.
We run, and as we do,
                     our shoes bring us
                                back to
                                     the
          groaning lisp of messages
                     we'll never send.

Reviews

[Mary Chalmer]

Very good piece

[NightShade]

Masterfully penned! My mental faculties are provoked into action and I am moved by the sheer music of the words.

[Poeticadia]

Winding its way through the words we choose to use or discard... which paths will we choose to take? Lyrical and aphoristic with some brilliant fresh imagery. A very engaging poem; i like it very much!

[realmwriter]

A bit confusing for me but none the less a good write! I enjoyed reading it for sure...

[Groovy]

Thought provoking poem.

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

Nicely expressed message.

[Kenneth S.]

Like navigating the sudoku minefield called the intellect.

[Berkeley Street Writer]

Wow, very impressive write and quite fun reading this. A very thrilling yet frightful journey.

[donny ingraham]

wow

[K.C. Zbryk]

This is yet another masterpiece that you have penned. I love the flow and the comparisons, and everything about this piece.