disharmament

[amuse]

do i strike you
as vapid, like mummy
after 3 decades
on amphetamines?
perhaps i should
have let my scars
shine today
ugly, raw, red
everything a
face should
not display
my rouges and foundations,
mascaras and liners
left in the medicine
cabinet spilling
into drains clogging
the toilet caking and frosting
the white bathroom
(like lepered couples on a tiered wedding cake)

...i should
have taken
a swill of vinegar
borrowed some
hemlock, shared
it with you

somehow you
saw display
when i am
only a direction,
an arrow pointing
towards home,
or class,
(not that you
seem to know
what that is)
or my friends,
yet you think it
points to you
mistake it for
cupid's whimsy:
i tell you, if it
were made of
light you would be
dead.

you cannot listen,
choose not to hear
that "people don't
wish to be
objectified for
for simply walking
down the street" -
and my friends are
angry with me,
horrified -
"are you stupid?
don't you know,"
they say
"you haven't any
idea who's got a
gun or a knife
you are like
the girl in atlantic city"
(she was killed
for refusing a
kiss)

because i put
my human rights
before common
sense, my outrage
before prudence

and your phlegm flies as
you offer your defilement:
"how would you
like it if i spit on you next
time?" because for you
there will always be
another female,
another victim, another
object of sadism
and hatred.

slowly, slowly my arrow
mutates. it turns into
a soft barbed flower
and wraps itself
around me. i
cannot get out
and
you cannot get in.
it places itself
in my mailbox,
wafts its scent into
my rooms, protects me
from cretins like you
who can't ignore
who can't behave
can only covet and destroy.

and lastly, lastly
it gathers up your
quiver, retempers
your arrows, and
presents them all to me.

you shall not harm
me again.

[Helga]

this is great, I love the rythm and sentences. you always amaze me amuse with your beautiful poetry!

[SwtRose]

Ouch, that poem packs a punch. This speaks with such incredible volume. Powerful piece.......... Well done!

[amuse]

thx.

*10cr (10 char. rule)

[Avalive]

Well,I just run into another thread which has been locked. I guess I know what happened. Consequentely, I can digest this piece well.

Amuse,

you've done a good job. You know? This little incident speaks for my mind. I always think poetry must be the voice that can really become something. We write poems not for poem's sake but for your own mind's sake. Which means every poem can either be a beautiful opera or a lethal weapon. A good poet never write for nothingness. Once you know that your poems can be everything you want them to be, then you can take the point and stand on it soundly with pride.


ps, I somehow feel that Swtrose is an honest viewer. Isn't she? hehe. Amuse, u are lucky. Cuz most people would not care to leave a comment, which is okay, cuz how can we always comment on poems? No, no way. I, myself like many poems but I can only feel for them rather than commenting) Moreover, some of the comments the poet receives are half old same compliment. Don't you agree? We all do this not on purpose. Therefore, if once in awhile a poet gets some bad comment, that would only help him/her create better writings. Hehe, see, you just did it.

Best, to you all.

[Nightshade]

:------stuned silance------

(in a good way) :D :D :thumbs_up :thumbs_up

[GruesomeBugman]

Nice work, I enjoy it.

[mono]

Wow, well, much of the continuation of thoughts in one sentence per strophe/stanza adds such a quality of rapid thinking, and taking so much in at once - overwhelming in a way. You have explored many of the scariest thoughts of wandering around town - some of the darkness people avoid for reasons of hearsay, but you stand up to, as self-experience always dominates gossip.
Beautifully done, amuse. ;)

[amuse]

it was overwhelming...i really think you kinda have to ignore this town's undercurrents or embrace them fully, as our musicians do.

[amuse]

yes, Avalive. thank you. :)