alligators in the sewers

[The Wanderer]

tunnels of shallow light
waiting for the end

feeling shattered
skin, against the wind

having nothing at all
and nothing having your all

you wish the wind
would take pitty
pithy

might i please you
with something absurd
and pretty
like lines on a stocking
creeping up, your sigh...

my words are stale
falsetto lips

stop poking me with speeches
about how I'm making progress

feed me to the mouths
of the river.

and maybe I'll get to the bottom
of things

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baby alligators grow up fast

 

[Bonochick]

Originally posted by The Wanderer:

having nothing at all
and nothing having your all

Brilliant.

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"I don't know you,
But you don't know the half of it..."

 

[zooropamanda]

I told you what I made of this one. but I've been thinking about how one's surroundings can make such a difference in your out look on life.
Maybe we in fact throw ourselves into the river, or we let others do so.Perhaps the character we let the world see throws our true self into that river or maybe Im just rmabling and none of that has anything to do with your poem.
Im sure you were just pissed off that baby alligators are treated with cruelty.

We spend a lot of effort trying not to be cruel to others, but do we always do the same for ourselves?

 

[WildHonee]

Originally posted by The Wanderer:

might i please you
with something absurd
and pretty

I like this part

like a Conrad fascination with abomination thing.

Houdiniiiiiiiii

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Love me, give me soul.

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[This message has been edited by WildHonee (edited 12-24-2001).]

 

[popkidu2]

to me the river represents our troubles, what is bothering us. throwing ourselves to the river then implies that we have to drown ourselves in the troubles in order to "get to the bottom of things". yeah, kind of a heart of darkness thing.....

 

[BabyGrace]

that was painful..

stop poking me with speeches
about how I'm making progress

feed me to the mouths
of the river.

and maybe I'll get to the bottom
of things

i love your thoughts because i feel like oh i dont know..your poems just really speak to me and sometimes it hurts i guess

thats what a true poet does..cut to the bone. i really appreciate having you share your words here