chronic

[Perdida]

chronic, you are
like an itch in the throat
where i am looped
and swum through
like sea-water
which has loosened
itself

where i am only
temporary

without a word
like exhausted fruit

assaulted

with the non-happenings
you deliver everyday
like galloping horses

like furious waves
at twilight
to mock my suffering

you are
my soured wine

i am full of you
and vomit
this yellowed heart


©09t07

[stilltrucking]

purged like nietzsche

thank you

[Totenkopf]

Interesting images, and similes especially.

by "Chronic" do you mean cannabis? some of us not fluent in gangstaspeak


(though anti-simile and anti-metaphorical
verse can work sometimes tooo)

your poesy is quite

love ly

on occasion

(if a bit formless)

[Perdida]

Thank you Stilltrucking for reading, I appreciate your comment

Tote, no, no gangstaspeak here, far from it. Thanks for your input, I will keep it in mind. Oh, and for the love ly. *grin*

[joel]

Perdida...

me cae bien como siempre a ser perdido en tus versos...en tus imagenes del mar y del agua...como vives en un pais que se manifiesta como una isla tambien....bellisima.

[Perdida]

Joel, Gracias *smile*

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