We
have wonderful dermatologists and terrible doctors.
We
don't like clear glass,
we
like it dirty enough to hold us--
a dancing ghost--
up to our own inspection.
We
have all sung the same song
to a backwards drone,
sung the same song together,
sung harmony alone,
sung an unhip smile
that we come to become atoned,
sung hymns like sickle hums
against the rivered stone.
But you still dare to ask me questions.
Don't you ever do you shy?
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3 comments:
I like it. I like "sung an unhip smile". Smile is jarring, unexpected. "Sung hymns like sickle hums / against the rivered stone" has a great sound to it and is grammatically overlapping and complex.
Nice work.
I like 'sung harmony alone'!
I don't much know you but your stuff is great Jesse, assuming you wrote this.
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