Feckless With Disgust

Read 'Feckless With Disgust' by 'Jerome Rothenberg' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.

Feckless With Disgust by Jerome Rothenberg

 All erasure of pain
is like the contrary of
dust that weighs
dark in my lungs
when I am 
feckless with disgust.
I stroke & poke
my loins before 
they tighten.
My feet stomp
fields of color
reminding me of
something I once knew.
Dying frees
the spirit
from the mind.
We plod along
regardless of
the pain.
Soon we grow
big & fat.
We stop
forgetting, far off
from whatever 
binds us
mindlessly
to empty space.
Beginning here
we reignite
desire.
We will surrender 
what is far from us
& call it love.

Form: Free verse

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