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Imploding Reality

IMPLODING REALITY Silent scream wildly flapping of wings unseen around this crying head where eyes are no more and mouth a wide silence where ears hear only madness while mind is anywhere but sane Violence throws me out of bed every night on legs that collapse forgotten they don't work lugging, tug drag into that corner they fly around cursing me lashing out insane insane Eyes unsee, ears unhear, mouth unscream imploding reality If I am insane Why can I describe this so vividly? *** January 3, 2017
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Pigeon Tart Avatar
April 15, 2017 at 9:25 PM
This one punched me in the gut. Here, take this seven while I catch my breath...
White Avatar
April 16, 2017 at 1:02 AM
Thanks mo, don't get scared, most of the time I am quite sane.
Smith Avatar
January 3, 2017 at 9:10 PM
I got an email you sent one but cant get to it. I cant post poems either.
White Avatar
January 3, 2017 at 9:14 PM
I know yes. It's frustrating. .. I sent the mail using a lot of improvisation. Site has problems
Smith Avatar
January 3, 2017 at 8:23 PM
I cant access soupmail...soup is having issues
White Avatar
January 3, 2017 at 8:26 PM
Soup is having serious issues, but I sent you another SoupMail in the middle of my night. Let me know if you found it?
Green Avatar
January 3, 2017 at 10:09 AM
I think you are insane my friend, insanely good. :)
White Avatar
January 3, 2017 at 10:15 AM
Haha, ok, insanely good I can accept :) Thank you!
Smith Avatar
January 3, 2017 at 8:03 AM
There is something about The Scream that gets to me and your poem carried that feeling to a T. I'm lucky to get to see this painting it is hanging here in our Art Institute...A definite fav
White Avatar
January 3, 2017 at 8:12 AM
The Scream is my favourite Munch painting. I had to live in a few European countries, and for about 7 months I lived in Oslo, and went to the Munch Museet. I will never forget that. Thank you, Tim :)
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