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SameStripes — and the point is?
Published: 2010-12-23 11:50:23 +0000 UTC; Views: 194; Favourites: 5; Downloads: 2
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Hey you, you thereYou blast your metal music
and tap your foot
and hope that screeching
guitars, pounding bass-lines
that echo in your head for hours
afterwards
and drum fills like machine-gun fire
will scramble your brain until
you're sane again.
You play it at the loudest volume
You want it loud, so loud that
your ear drums rupture and flail wildly
like loose blankets in a strong gale
so loud that your nose gets bloody
and you feel your eyeballs wobbling
gelatinously in their sockets.
And even that would not be enough.
Brain like a Rubix cube
The only cube in existence that
doesn't have a point.
Trouble is, you're colour blind
And you never were good at
puzzles anyhow.
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Comments: 3
This may be the best poem i've ever read by you so far. I really love the art of it, itself. Even if it does sound a tinsy bit morbid, i loved it and that's exactly what i loved about it. You give this sort of atmosphere that perfectly fits whatever you're writing and you do it in the most beautiful way. You're writing continues to be flawless to me.
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