How to Slay a Man

How to Slay a Man

A Poem by Michael Handel
"

We all know him. . Again just trying new things...no solid rhythm or concrete structure..just trying to figure stuff out I suppose..being whimsical

"

 

I think he was German

  or Chinese

but from Rhodesia

  or what once was

 

And he didn't care much

  for symphonies

or sympathy

  just a gentle touch

 

He didn't like women

  or

women didn't like him

 

Perspective, perspective

  Philosophy, and Gin

 

Conversations in Spring

  with dead friends

alone

 

It's when his eyes would rest

  upon you

'twas his only sin


© 2008 Michael Handel



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Yes, I know a few. They say the eyes are the window to the soul. If that be true these of whom you speak, their souls must come from the pits of hell. pardon my lingo. But I have felt those eyes boring holes through me, digging and clawing to the very essence of my being and tearing me apart a piece at a time until I lay at their feet a mere nothing, being crushed like a bug by those eyes. Yes my friend, there are some eyes that can kill, all your dreams, hopes and memories, even the spirit.
Thank you for sharing this, I can relate

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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This is clever and definitely thought-provoking. The two stanzas "He didn't like women" and "Perspective, perspective" flow so beautifully I couldn't' even tell you. They seem so interrelated somehow. I agree with Dizzy-Izzy, it does sound like it is of a lonely man. "Conversations in Spring with dead friends alone" is my favorite stanza. I feel like he is a very nostalgic man as well as lonely. I find it ironic that he is having conversations with his dead friends in a time of figurative and literal happiness, birth, and rebirth. What really makes a poem fantastic to me is when I discover new things every time I read it and that has happened to me. Great work.

Posted 7 Years Ago


"Perspective, perspective
Philosophy, and gin"

Even though gin isn't quite my elixir, I find this line intriguing. I thought you wrote this nicely.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

this reminds me so much of bukowski in some bar undressing some woman with his eyes. which of course means i love, love, love it.

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

You want my silly comment first or the serious one? Hmm, let's go serious first...

Sounds like a lonely man to me. He might like a symphony or some sympathy...(I'll always take a little sympathy, or a symphony for that matter)... if the right person offered it.

"He didn't like women
or
women didn't like him" ... he tells himself.

"It's when his eyes would rest
upon you
'twas his only sin" .... sounds like the object of his desire, is just out of reach. There is something holding him back... fear maybe? Fear of rejection, commitment... whatever... aren't there a thousand reasons why we talk ourselves out of loving someone? Yes there absolutely is/are a thousand reasons.

Now you want to know what else comes to mind when I read this ... which was last night but I couldn't stay up long enough to comment.

Know who Hall & Oates are? Of course you don't. I am old and you are not... They had a hit song in the .... oh..... 80's? It's called Maneater....

"Oh-Oh here she comes, watch out boy she'll chew you up
Oh-Oh here she comes, she's a maneater!"

Is it necessary to write the obligatory..."I really like this" at the end of a comment? If I didn't like it, I wouldn't comment.

Thanks

Kristina



Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Yes, I know a few. They say the eyes are the window to the soul. If that be true these of whom you speak, their souls must come from the pits of hell. pardon my lingo. But I have felt those eyes boring holes through me, digging and clawing to the very essence of my being and tearing me apart a piece at a time until I lay at their feet a mere nothing, being crushed like a bug by those eyes. Yes my friend, there are some eyes that can kill, all your dreams, hopes and memories, even the spirit.
Thank you for sharing this, I can relate

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I really like this poem. The pacing is just right. It has a quirky charm, especially with the opening. German or Chinese from Rhodesia really makes you see we could be talking about anyone in particular.



Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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