Shattered

A Poem by Karl Woof Junior

I dare not speak as I or mine,

For I prayed for someone to verse with me and just got a pushy and egomaniac Mule in my mind.

I have dollars, linen, bed and bread,

But waiting for Coney Island Cyclone to crack my skull and leave me anywhere, just dead.

The mule tells me not yet,

Meaningless aspirations and beautiful recollections, forgetful but only to forget.

Tears with smiles; nothing like a Vet returning,

He states they're of his dialect, they see psychotic, Mule says contemplating.

To pity or destroy,

One thing we share, identical twins, twisted mirror is our toy.

© 2013 Karl Woof Junior

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Gembro99

The uneasy feeling I get while reading this is exhilarating. I absolutely love it!

Posted 10 Years Ago

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10 Years Ago

what would you suggest?

10 Years Ago

something to make me infamous

10 Years Ago

The fact that your writing made me uneasy makes you pretty good.

Meesh

This is truly gripping. The constant back and forth between structure and an utter blurt of emotions is truly something to experience. Somehow that facet of it captured the turmoil between the rational hope and irrational, violent distress which you wrote about. Really fascinating. Great work.

Posted 10 Years Ago

10 Years Ago

hope and violence are the same word in canotonese

Quill~

Amazing... the essence of this piece is not lost. It felt as if I were walking on a tight rope... on the edge of insanity, to fall at any moment. Love the reference to the "Mule", very cryptic.
This has a nice twist at the end. Well done! :)