Never Mind

[Jerrybaldy]

I am sure it was here not long ago
but I sure can't find it now.

A boil on my bum is deriding me,
I will burst that bastard's bubble.
My testicles are no longer talking
something has come between them.
That piggy that went wee wee
has stolen the other one's beef.

I sit in the sun to encourage the moles,
imagine how black roots
spread within me.
I watch red strikes of
arterial lightning
fill albumen eyes before me.

I feed whipped cream to ventricles,
stain my fingers yellow,
brush my beard
with a thoughtful hand,
blow smoke in failed circles
and sing with the band.

I am sure it was here not long ago,
I misplaced it,
never mind.

[Hawkman]

Hello JB. I can almost feel your creative process in the composition of this poem. The line that kicked it off, the groping to expand the theme in S2 and then from S3 you really got into your stride and it took off. I can't help thinking that it might be a good idea to go back and tweak S1 to remove the repetion of sure and rework S2 to fit a little better with what comes after.

I don't know if it's because I've just watched Fight Club, but S2 makes me think of testicular cancer... I never knew it was possible to be drided by a boil, whatever its location, inconvenienced yes, but derided?

From S3 on this is really very good.

Live and be well - H

[Jack of Hearts]

Testicles aren't supposed to talk. All three of them are to remain silent at all times.

So is the implication from the last stanza that you've lost your mind?

This a Jerry poem. It's a talent to describe popping a butt boil and keep the people reading.







J

[Haunted]

LMAO. A boil between the balls? And the idea of balls conversing with each other, you got all your marbles there.

If S2 is hysterical, S3 is sublime:

I sit in the sun to encourage the moles,
imagine how black roots
spread within me.
I watch red strikes of
arterial lightning
fill albumen eyes before me.

[hillwalker]

Another JB epic - an angry old man committing suicide inch by inch. Nice to see the Wave back btw.

H

[Jerrybaldy]

Hawk- thanks, I can see what you mean about the first two stanza's, your observations are always appreciated. Feeling the derision of a boil was a hint at madness.

Jack- Bang on again, you spotted what was lost. Thanks.

Haunted. Thanks as always, glad u found S2 hysterical and S3 sublime :) maybe as Hawk pointed out the two styles clash in the same poem though. *Clink*

Hill, suicide by degrees indeed, always happy to hear your comments, glad u like the return of the old avatar :)