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God Hates Hitchhikers

by BEASTtheHUN


Blue steel-cut angel

Perched on a liquor store

like

Hell and Heaven are just ideas

that don’t exist.

Cursed angel

Damned angel

Staring ocean tears, haughty, into a wasteland

Omniscient and unobtrusive

Like this whole hell-hole was his

Great Plan

Searing those sharp razor eyes like these psychotic conceptions are all delirious. . .

Like us; all wine-spiced and rotten fruit

All blood and bones and feathers

The angel

So haughty - but he’s a mess

Ribs poking through the parchment skin

Like desert scrolls and wisdom

And broken wings that drag like blood-lace wedding gowns

And don’t catch wind.

I’m not actually sure he’s an angel. . . maybe he’s just an apparition

Like a vulture

Some phantom, drinking cheap beer, and waiting to steal our delusions for its own

Maybe then it wouldn’t need to shadow us scavengers.

Show us shadows.

In a wasteland, constantly moving, the angel tearing itself to bloody ribbons

With its own smile, and screaming bloody hell and hate

This angel is dead for sure

Cuz this angel is us-the dead-roaders, eternally damned, road-kill.


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Mon May 13, 2024 1:22 am
Peradion wrote a review...



Wow.

I am asking this question strictly for the sake of curiosity, and you 100% don't have to answer, but how long have you been writing poetry? This piece feels very realized—the rhythm, style, and vocabulary choices come together very nicely. Personally, it left me with a very haunted feeling, like this poem is about something deeper (unless I'm reading too far deep into it). It makes me think of true crime cases involving hitchhikers.

I have to say, too, that your use of imagery is killer; "I’m not actually sure he’s an angel. . . maybe he’s just an apparition/Like a vulture/Some phantom, drinking cheap beer, and waiting to steal our delusions for its own" and "In a wasteland, constantly moving, the angel tearing itself to bloody ribbons/With its own smile, and screaming bloody hell and hate/This angel is dead for sure/Cuz this angel is us-the dead-roaders, eternally damned, road-kill" are two very, very strong lines.

The rhythm is solid. The tone is somewhat bleak but the poem itself is breathtaking. You did beautifully on this piece. I'm excited to read more! Well done!




BEASTtheHUN says...


Oh, my God you won't believe the reception in Tennessee. Sorry for being so late in my response, but thanks a billion for this review!!! :)



BEASTtheHUN says...


I've been writing poetry for six years, but I mainly write vignettes and short stories. Poetry is not really my thing.



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Mon May 06, 2024 3:48 pm
DevilBeMyDarling wrote a review...



What a moving narrative!
First off, the title drew me in. Second, the author's use of vocabulary certainly elevated and added to the overall effect quite splendidly.
The author's use of descriptive language, especially when describing the ribs poking through parchment and the comparison to road kill, wastelands, apparitions... They certainly did a wonderful job with making the reader feel a sense of pity and intensity from the descriptions of in particular the setting and predicament depicted.
All in all I really loved this piece!




BEASTtheHUN says...


Thank you so much for the review!!! :)




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