I am the millionare
I am the maker of explosives
I am the monster
the ringmaster who calls
cleft lip and bloody teeth
to frighten mothers
into one more child
with husbands
who take no interest
in the twirling circus.
I inflict the locked door
and neighborhood watch
I steal into children’s lives
and force them back inside
from a day at play.
I force the sun to speed
and end all days early,
all games unfinished.
With me, no more.
Sorry I haven't posted in awhile-my computer's hard drive went kablooie, so I lost virtually all of my work from the last 4 years...this is something new, written this summer. Hope you enjoyed it.
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1 comment:
I recommend breaking this up by subject like so below:
'I am the millionare
I am the maker of explosives
I am the monster
the ringmaster who calls
cleft lip and bloody teeth
to frighten mothers
into one more child
into one more child
with husbands
who take no interest
in the twirling circus.
I inflict the locked door
and neighborhood watch
I steal into children’s lives
and force them back inside
from a day at play.
I force the sun to speed
and end all days early,
all games unfinished.
With me, no more.'
Otherwise this is quite good, I'm not sure if 'twirling circus' is a double metaphor for the interests of children and sex but if so, well said, causes one to wonder if one's only true contentment is in childhood or whether we're all destined to be trapped in the sadistic position of the ringmaster caught between childhood antics and adulthood, ultimately to be driven to madness...but maybe I'm reading too far into it.
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