Skeletal

This is what happened the first time I tried to write Be Easy, Rockstar.

and with that, i was gone.

with eyes throwing knives
until any struck home,
not waiting for shouts
to bleed out on the floor,
i crawled like a rumor
all low out the back
with a dead man's dream
and a long list of names.

i stole from liars and ghosts.
i saw a little girl spend
her last hour of youth
trying too hard
to grow up too fast.

she wanted to trade
her diamonds for smoke,
and i helped her do it.

one day,
i'll get lost in the concept
of chaos as method
and i'll let scorched earth
become common ground.

just you watch.

Reviews

[arbitrary jane]

crap, man. i have this horrible thing where i want to write stuff in the voice of whatever i'm reading. and after about six of your poems im all sideways-grin and sneaky-looks and fool-plans-that-have-something-to-do-with-gasoline and that fierce thing that burns underneath that we only let out once every hundred years. you're gonna be trouble.

[Joiedevivre]

this is very different but also very good. Hw strange these as the only 2 poems of yours i chose on a first look and they are both drafts of the same poem!

[Sam]

After reading this peom and some of your others, i'm about to plot about things involving gasoline, throwing knives, and stealing from ghosts. Keep writing.

[Miss Fox]

"she wanted to trade
her diamonds for smoke,
and i helped her do it"
I don't know why I like this stanza so much, but I do. I can picture a small girl on a dark street corner, small hands holding out sparkling diamonds.

Your writing talent never ceases to captivate and amaze me.

[No use.]

ouch ~ the boiling troubles I sense them about to explode . well, at least you warned us hahah

[Daniel Atkinson]

Once again, another great poem.

The first line immediately captures attention, and I'm held through the whole thing.

"I crawled like a rumor"... brilliant.

[Robin]

you are a master of the killer ending either the stitch that sews it up perfectly ,or the one that lets it all loose .