Reflective
back
in the laboratory
of my mind
I concoct solutions
to ubiquitous problems
the silken intrusion
and delicate rub
of afflictive memories
the cocks and cunts
of youthful infatuation
the fascination
of the flesh
meshed into pornographic
reference
forced into grotesque
and novel shapes
made to adopt
censored smiles
and null identity
but these subtle devices
imperfect in design
only breed new monsters
bittersweet and unkind
.
It's good to see that you have continued to write. I wish I could say the same, but the 'new monsters' in my life have come for me. I see them coming, yet I do nothing to stop them. Very nicely written. :)
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry to hear that MsPsycho - I find writing cathartic - unless I'm very low - then I can't seem to generate anything of value. I hope things improve for you by and by and that you are writing again soon.
DeleteVery moving a poem...
ReplyDeleteThank you Gloria
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