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| Working Still by Borg de Nobel |
I hear your cries
like Spanish radio
in the apartment next door
I have no milk
I haven't eaten in three days
Ashes to ashtray
dust to rock
dreams to smoke
I cook my meals on a dirty spoon
I feed death to my bones
I saw your mouth move
like a hatchling bird's
My empty spoon
can't fill your hunger
I am nothing
19 comments:
For me, that has a combination of anger and despair to it.
wow vivid imagery....the opening, like a spanish radio...I cook my meals on a dirty spoon
I feed death to my bones...wow made me think of drug use....those last few lines are so full of emotion too...
Wow..sad...when you have nothing..and nothing to offer someone in need...'cause you're in need..heavy.
Strong, powerful poetry.
This brings flashes of memory to me of a life past beyond and in it a relevance and urgency that permeates the pores
Very sad, but excellente interpretation of painting. I like urs better than mine. Excellente!
cries like spanish radio.. cooking meals on a dirty spoon, feeding death to the bones..dang..strong images for a strong painting.. touching and sad closure..can feel the desperation in this
Some nice lines. I especially like the first stanza
You are so dark and delicious these past days! Loving both the words and imagery! :)
Thought provoking and a little sad
Thank you for your beautiful words
This is so desolate and hard to read. The worst part is knowing that this is happening all over the place, right now. God damn the pusher man.
The empty spoon is a good metaphor for the misery and despair of your words ~
Happy Sunday to you ~
Damn good work.
Oh, wow. This is intense... I really enjoyed it!
This is so good! I love these:
"I hear your cries
like Spanish radio"
"Ashes to ashtray
dust to rock
dreams to smoke"
"I feed death to my bones" (my very favorite line)
sounds like a really needy person.
yeah, that Spanish music next door, so empty, so annoying.
slowly it had to last
Oh, but you have given.
Love the way you play off the double meaning of the spoon.
I could see you in a black turtleneck and beret, reciting that in a beatnik coffee house.
(snap snap)
Go, Man. That's hip.
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