The Garden of Love

Is there a fresh way to write

about a broken heart

- a breathtaking metaphor

that will impart to every new reader

intimate empathy

and sacramental sympathy?



A unique analogy

invoking the Web or DVDs

to reinvigorate such pedestrian tragedy

- original words whose poetic bite

will deflect cliché

and with liquid eloquence

combine rugged relevance

and delicate insight,

ensuring their elevation

into the literature of love?



Who gives a fuck?



When it happens to you

words are pure piss

and what matters is this :



the nausea,

the dizziness,

the massive fist embedded in your gut

- the breathlessness -

the need to isolate

and cry intractable tears

as you listen to sentimental songs

and refuse to heal

- would rather hate / would rather die -

and swear that THIS time

you will never again

attend the garden of love -

fertilized with shit

and irrigated with blood!

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poetvg's picture

IMPRESSIVE PIECE

S74rw4rd's picture

Excellent!


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