Free verse № 94951
Misplaced Life
You, a new flavor expanding
Across my dying taste buds
A sickness or virus with no cure
Wounded, without prejudice
A dirty welcome mat.
The cause for insecurity
Rusted bars of pitted iron
A busted headlight and cracked windshield
Twisted mirrors of an aborted life.
Cursed future's contracting
Extra small hangman's noose
Around a broken ankle
Dangling upside down.
Bailing is to no avail
A turbulent afterlife awaits
Peace is for strangers-
My home a graveyard in flames.
9 comments
Across my windshield."
Richard, for this kind of [sadly very common] subject matter it needs to really stand out to, well, stand out.
Some good imagery here, but not truly striking.
I am self-employed and work at home. To my shame, and occasional self-loathing, I check out free pornography sites from time to time. (I have never gone further and actually paid to see more.) The other day I came across a porn scene featuring a female actress who, I swear, looks just like one of my cousins. Because the film clip is so brief, I can't be sure this person is my cousin. I'm not sure what my obligations are in this case. This cousin has been through some rough times recently (divorce, custody battle), and I would hate to think she felt she had to resort to porn to make ends meet. Our family has the resources to help her out. To verify her identity, or disprove it (I hope), I would have to pay $5 for a temporary membership. I've never wanted to do this for all kinds of reasons. The most practical of the problems: The charge would pop up on my credit card statement, which, in turn, would be spotted by my wife. What should I do? (And I also worry that I have a minor addiction to porn.)
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I find the whole thing intriguing and amazingly circular. Q: Why is pornography-viewing an addiction, when, say, breathing or fun aren't considered addictions? A: Because we're plagued with guilt while doing it and because we're led by pornography into more deviant, repressed modes of self-expression. Q: So what's the solution? A: Subscribe to a moral code which makes you feel guilty about your furtive, ever-more-deviant attempts at gratification. Q: Wait, isn't that all just backwards, impossible, and ass-stupid? A: Trust in the mercy of a loving Jesus, my child. And so on...
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