
By Steve Isaak
typing their dark fun lyrics
listening to spun black,
seeking solace
from nerd-smash bullies
and parental marital tensions -
dreaming love
with a metal hearted, raw like sushi
eclectric witch
whose illustrated thighs
instigate bliss and howls, storied vengeance
for later years: our tales,
our lines, our magick –
not theirs
Copyright ©2012 Steve Isaak. All rights reserved. Do not reproduce in any form, including electronic, without the author’s express permission.
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This poem is included in my forthcoming poetry anthology, Almost there: poems. It's scheduled for autumn 2012 publication.
I posted this poem for The Mag, #101. (Photo and prompt provided by Tess Kinkaid - thanks, Tess! Pictured Japanese exhibit: Ever by Boris Hoppek.)
tap-tap-tap (sanitarium sixteen) was also posted for Mostly Fiction Mondays, created by Stranger and Me, whose theme for this week is "Parents".
If you have the time, talent and are so inclined, come play with us in these writing prompts! =)
13 comments:
I found this picture... weird! LOL
very sharp take on the prompt.
:)
dude wicked rip in your verse today...great flow man...i like
As usually, poetry I wish I could write. Nicely played.
powerful poem-
Outstanding take on the picture!
ha..i like what you've done with the prompt...this was great steve
I'm with Stranger above. I try to write poetry like this but it comes out dire.
A true poet, you are. Terrific piece. : )
I don't even have the words to respond. Really like this...and thanks for playing along with Stranger and I...
I'm glad I don't have to relive sixteen...nice write...
Like the flow of this poem. Your reference reminded me of a poem I heard today "The Sandwich" that had delightful references to the aspects of a sandwich
thanks for your vivid writing and your visit ( several days ago)
I'm over at thewritepen.wordpress.com
Brilliant!
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