SCHOOL NEVER TAUGHT ME THIS

The poem begins with the speaker feeling small and insignificant, comparing themselves to a tiny mite beside an angel. There is a sense of obscurity and mystery, with the mention of a place hidden fro

School never taught me this:

As a mite upon the side of an angel,

Dawn in a place covered by

my hands across my face,

four pillars of goo goo muck,

and a cellophane chick riding

a llama with pink bow ties,

chasing a hurricane of black birds,

squeezing a heart-shaped sponge

in her putrid waters.

Morning cresting over NYC moans,

tender anima fingers thinner

than the cheapest french fries.

I slapped for spikenards telling lies,

between light and darkness is

the unbearable truth: why so many

parents perforate the skin of abandoned

sweet children. Forever. Wish I had more

(opportunity) like chances like embers

to burn these bones to leave nothing:

nor leafless flowers but splattered love.

It's a game exchanged inside multiverses

of fruitless labor for the human mind.

:: 05.24.2023 ::

Reviews

[Lisasview]

I promised myself after reading and reviewing your last one I would work on one of mine...but, oh well....what the heck.
Love so much about this one
Your visuals are so demanding...
cellophane chick riding
a llama with pink bow ties,
and, your metaphors although somewhat challenging are real.
Yes, the speaker is but a speck in this enormous world but even as a speck (tick) he survives to follow his desires.
And, following your desires is what I feel matters...
alas, this line is oh so wonderful...
fingers thinner
than the cheapest french fries
Life slipping through them....oh those greasy cheap fries...
I could go on and on and on but I am going now to make oatmeal balls and then tuna balls... both fabulous...and then to my poem...
Lisa

[Soyam]

"Dawn in a place covered by
my hands across my face,"

These lines are simply wow!

Keep entertaining like this. Nice one