A ghostly referendum, we are voting on
more
and the distant pulse-beat of their crucifixions reach
not to us, for we
are Bigger this time.
retching skyward
courtesies skewered lateral to our increased girth:
tired melancholy
tokens of our appreciation, they are
fixed upon our foreheads in softly lilting rows, arranged so
for greater control, and
impulse, well it
it drives.
Out of this side, we'll find a permanence
on sunrise.
The votes unanimously ring
yes, we are
yes
and kill the supple virgin who knows
more.














Comments
-Chien
"well it
it drives."
The repetition doesn't sound good -- either omit it or add puntuation to distinguish it.
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your language is so rich. even if i don't understand what is going on i like the sound of it heh
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i liked this. some fantastic images in a solid, but interesting structure. all is good.
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I also love the opener, "A ghostly referendum, we are voting on more."
This is pretty awesome, and when I read it I find direct social commentary on America. I don't know if you meant it that way, but "Their crucifixions reach not to us, because we are bigger this time," makes me think IMMEDIATELY of the Freedom Tower we're sticking up in place of the last example those of different ideals made of us.
And our increased girth at once bring to mind how fat Americans are as a people, and how greedy we are as a people, gaining nonliteral girth in wealth and power, and how our courtesies are "skewered lateral" to that...I imagine that means they keep getting pushed outwards to stay lateral with the growth, possibly until we lose sight of them.
Tired courtesy irks me.
I could go into detail about what I think of the rest of it but it gets pretty convoluted and departs from the actual writing a lot. It's neat.
A lot of your writing is interesting and fantastic, I just hope you look at these again and put more thought into any messages you are trying to communicate to possibly make them a bit clearer. I used to think good poetry was anything obtuse enough to inspire wild emotion and conjecture on the part of the reader, but I understand now that while capturing raw emotion has its place, being confusing in lieu of being well-spoken and being obtuse in lieu of being clear but ornate are not good tactics.
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