Cheryl’s lip is bleeding
Wally’s nose is a hose
I slouch in clanking,
Clawing, bawling.
They don’t see.
Mayla is sly.
Faces spin,
Swirling,
Leering.
It’s me!
It’s me!
Yelling,
Yowling,
Like a dog.
Laughter fails
As usual –startling,
Too startling; too harsh
To glimpse shards of reality.
Etiquette is all, they don’t say?
Father and mother-poles apart
Oedipus’s nemesis not a word
Blind mice must be so content
As tears make deep blue seas
Sweeping the cheeky rouge
Off his dark countenance.
Remaining a pale horse
Smoothing her muslin.
She takes no notice.
That selfish gene.
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Ratty did you write this?! It's so abstract ! I can't understand it... Plus it's a brilliant idea!! =]
ReplyDeleteHaha I wrote it, rather randomly! ^^ I like it too, and it does mean something, but I'd like u to interpret it the way you want to. It's an open poem (if u can call it that)Btw it's supposed to be in the shape of a vase(cut in half)
ReplyDeletethe shape is good, but why falsetto?
ReplyDeleteWell its titled Falsetto for two reasons:
ReplyDelete1) There is a sense of artificiality(falseness) and shallowness in the general surroundings of the speaker.
2) It's supposed to be a lyrical rendering of a complaint, somehow I could only imagine in it a high-pitched, un-throaty voice.
Oho ! Lyrical rendering and all ! Too much ;) *eyebrow action*
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