Melodies XLIX; As The Skin Crawls Further Off

[after Snails' poem, "Salamanders"]

 

"You will, of course, insist upon your own choice--
to dwell in a place of silence, sheltered from all noise

(even the sloppy kisses of two playfully naked, long-haired boys):

to you, it is all cacophony,

that makes your life seem like a travesty

marred by the most incessant treachery.

Then will come toward you the crawlers, to teach you dread:

as you toss in fitful sleep, they will emerge from under your bed;

to feed upon your blood to their fill, until they almost burst;

and this is just a foretaste of the hell to which you are cursed."

 

Starward

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

The person to whom the poem is addressed, and the lurkers beneath his bed, are entirely fictive.

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Pungus's picture

Bravo

An accurate allegory of lonsomeness,

its root causes and effects tormenting.

Thanks for the dedication, Starward!!!


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S74rW4rd's picture

Thank you for visiting the

Thank you for visiting the poem, and commenting, and of setting a fine poetic example for all of us.


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Pungus's picture

Oh Stop It

Oh stop, I swear you must be flattering me, man.

I really don't think I'm as great as you claim I am.

Seriously, I am okay with being an amateur poet.

 


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S74rW4rd's picture

That's where the greatness is

That's where the greatness is as a paradox:  the greatest are those who believe they are not.


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Pungus's picture

Sounds Like Scripture

A humble heart receives good ghosts.


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S74rW4rd's picture

Although I think the concept

Although I think the concept is Scriptural, the thought, as I expressed it, was more from Plato's idea about leadership.  I cannot, at the moment, cite which Dialogue contains it.


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