her words are all aesthetics now

it's insatiable, this dwelling nonsense,
drinking back words that well like fountain pens
or the sickly sweet cough syrup that numbs
a cold I cannot shake, but slows
the space between each thought, and you linger -
an apparition of ink and medicine -
that tells stories of better days in a drunken stupor.
 
I’m impatiently waiting for autumn, then winter,
so that the snow could freeze my nerves;
a tingling where the thudding blood once pooled
and an icy clot, that you induced, stills in the vein.
it could break free and shoot straight.
just one lucky crack, and all the words that welled
from your fountain pen seem contrite
with this shard of truth having lodged in my heart.
 
but I’ve been banking on the written word
and dwelling on a bottle of Buckley’s I cannot drink.
because the taste of blood still lingers in my mouth
and November couldn't come sooner.
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Amie
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Amie wrote a review · Fri Jul 13, 2012 10:05 pm

I absolutely love this poem, the first two lines literally drew me in! I think that this is captivating, every word leaves me wanting more! and the use of image and paradox:') ironically, this poem flowed well, just like the fountain pen. This is dark, emotional, and i love it! Keep writing!

to start it off, congrats! for the top five.
honestly, the moment i started reading your poem and got on to finish the first two lines which are :

"it's insatiable, this dwelling nonsense,
drinking back words that well like fountain pens"

i was like "wow" that's just genius. you know, the first two lines were enough to draw me into the piece. and i was relieved the see the rest of it were just as juicy. i liked the way you made the lines flow such elegantly almost like you're playing with words. it kind of , to say, transported me back to a short story i read a little while back called "the village after dark" by Kazuo Ishiguro as both of it showcased somewhat the same organized, fertile, filled with language play and of course with a lot of emotional commitment.
over all, really liked it.
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Flux
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Beautiful, as always.

it's insatiable, this dwelling nonsense,
drinking back words that well like fountain pens


I particularly loved those lines -- its really such a beautiful way to describe that feeling.

OMG really? dude I want to write like this!!



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