A revelation under the neon light of the "thing"

A revelation under the neon light of the "thing"

A Poem by Collette


Tepid veins froth, blood boiling
over, my channels collapse silently.
A million eyes, entranced
by the warm frost of a downy television screen
watched Hiroshima's skirt fly open, undone
the peachy flesh of innocence
seared to medium rare, bleeding on the inside
with the toothpick-flag announcing

Everyone is starving, too polite to interrupt
we gorge on things and embrace
the wasteland of our

Sometimes, I wander
city streets dreaming of ambiguity,
like Cleopatra clutching Antony, the shame
follows me like a balloon, tethered
to my wrist, inquiring of my innocence
and the slight tug of resistance
reminds me
she is there, the screaming orb
in techno-color.

So we move, in tandem
through the days, humanity's rainbow
of plastic love, bounding from the sun
like a prism.

I can't find the language, the rosetta stoned love
to translate the way humanity
disappoints me, the clay woman
built of earth, becomes ashes...

there is no phoenix anymore.

© 2010 Collette

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thats kinda raw jo.
aint no more phoenix. that s**t hit at the end.

Posted 9 Years Ago

amazing amazing amazing. the picture is beautiful as well. eloquent yet harsh. very impressive, im jealous. haha. keep it up!

Posted 10 Years Ago

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Added on March 31, 2010
Last Updated on March 31, 2010



Chicago, IL

Just a lady with a pen. If you're born a lion, don't bother acting tame. more..

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