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Post by thehippyboy on Aug 23, 2009 21:59:20 GMT -5
My aunt nicknames obscure musicians indulges in another meal each bowl swaps sauce and foams; it compresses, bubbles, and explodes. concealing heroin beneath vulnerable black stereos she rots. He sings tangents and I mark my pocket. We blackmail my aunt.
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Post by Lady Whight - member of STUPID on Aug 24, 2009 4:35:10 GMT -5
Whew! Lots of disturbing images in here.. A great portrait of an appalling as well as intriguing situation. Superb poem!
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Post by bcoyotey on Aug 28, 2009 11:09:14 GMT -5
Hey hippieboy, It's not nice to blackmail your Aunt. LOL The imagery is strongly disturbing. Lady B
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Post by bobswife4ever (surgery soon) on Aug 30, 2009 16:31:34 GMT -5
I agree, the imagery in this was disturbing and almost creepy at times. I took the heroin as a metaphor to indicate senility, perhaps even Alzheimers, since you used the reference in the title of "My poor aunt". The rotting could indicate her mind that is going away, the strange oddities that she hides around the house, the strange behaviors she does....but then I'm taken to the ending of the line "We blackmail my aunt" and I'm left to wonder if maybe she isn't using, making, selling, drugs and because you know her dirty little secret, that is why you have chosen to use it to your advantage by the blackmail...to get what you want as a gain out of this sordid, twisted situation. Either way, and I really don't want to know the truth, this was very well crafted and thoroughly enjoyed. The imagery was incredible.
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