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Cautergauze

Submitted by Esker on Tue, 2012-06-12 21:20

tension
blur
rust stain

drawn wings on sticky darkness
enamel sheen

bright as razor light
on Ghetto bars

Rises churlish lips
to kiss
angels death

seeping down the halls
of the radiated room
the blue night
full of ghost hours

television tomb

a sigh in the vein
like a drowned cough
at midnight

and the cup caught
tumbling
tumbling

before the hour
dies

the long last sigh

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BlueDemon77

Fri, 2012-06-22 05:41

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This poem is evocative of hopelessness and a Blade Runner type imagery to me. I've been here. I get an undertow of addiction as control. Very dark. Exceptional piece of writing.

Ron
Blue Demon77

Blue Demon77

"What I want is to be what I was before the knife,
before the brooch pin, before the salve, fixed me in this parenthesis:
Horses fluent in the wind. A place, a time gone out of mind."

The Eye Mote-Sylvia Plath

judyanne

Fri, 2012-06-22 08:32

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as usual

so dark
descriptive excellent - i close my eyes and i see the scene
(at least the scene i visualise)
that late night/ early morning life of the addict....
- i just love the mention of the tv in the darkness...

- so i may be totally incorrect with the interpretation, but that is what i read
tell me if you meant else, would be interested in the reason for the title

love and hugs
judy
xxx

'Each for the joy of the working, and each, in his separate star,
shall draw the Thing as he sees It, for the God of Things as They are.'
(Rudyard Kipling)

Esker

Fri, 2012-06-22 15:08

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"caterwaul" so apt a descriptor
Cauterize burning for healing
the use of fire as an element

Cautergauze Gauze as the bandage
and or ointment
of how people view things sometime
soft focus

think of clots too Like ideas clotting

darkness yes

waking up to nightime and not knowing
the hour just the television coming up
from a dream or the dream coming
up from the television

storybox lullabye

not always so cheery or grand
but a voice a thing of animation
to not be so alone
not die alone of overdose or alcohol
coma Maybe a happy show on
when that happens

maybe

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