Hote Hell
The walls bleed hate
in this god forsaken place,
taps drip with torturous monotony,
they've short sheeted my bed
to mess with my head
and effect a frontal lobotomy.
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- Mark William Jackson
- I live in Sydney, Australia with my life, Silvia; Julia & Sonia.
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I think I've been in this place. Maybe more than once. Like this poem quite a bit Mark. It's cut back to a perfect little diamond.
ReplyDeleteJust this moment I was reading a Grace Paley poem and she uses that double space punctuation you used in 'Life by Remote Control.' Such a cool bit of punctuation I've never thought about before.
Cheers
'I'd rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy' Tom Waits. Cool poem.
ReplyDeleteSomewhat disconcerting that I find this Hote Hell a tad inviting!
ReplyDeleteI;ve read this three times and it twists my brain into silence everytime and I thought I should comment wuth just punctuation which would be ?!
ReplyDeleteAnd I reckon, approval on your comments is cowardly,
ReplyDeletePaul: Sorry about the comments moderation, this was a legacy from when I first set up the blog and copped spam in the comments section, before blogger added the word recognition system. I have now removed the moderation.
ReplyDeleteAm I a poetry n00b/Luddite for liking rhymescheme?
ReplyDeleteMore of this please. Nice work.