smooshed gooshy in cushioning familiarity
not an edge left unrounded, soft
machinations abound
marshmellow chisels pound
dull and thudless
vainly seeking a peep hole to
hard, sharp, gritty,
full-tilt mojo boogying
soul
Feb 11, 2013
armchair
About This Poem
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Peep hole
Toilets, gay men? Correct?
uh!... no
not that at all...but if that's what you think... that's what you get! We don't usually have the privilege of asking a writer what he "actually" meant. At least I don't...most of those whom I would like to ask something are dead, so I have to stay with my impressions or, stay confused, or write them off as "too cryptic, or simply bad writers etc....etc....
in this particular case, or in respect to any of my pieces, I take full responsibility for the inherent cryptic nature of poetry and my limits as a writer
thanks for reading and questions? Sorry, I am no better at explaning poems than I am at writing them.
reapectfully