This poem just came to me. I had to write it. Anyone may feel free to comment on the poem's style and expression. I'd love to hear your suggestions for refinement, and even just what it made you think.


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The Call of the Razor

Simple, Even, Equal
Running and binding it is unable to realize
Champing and scathing the silver lining
Walking away from the callous lottery
Grinning, Smiling, Leering--yet somehow ridiculous
We grow ever larger together
Pass me so coldly without an offer
How it degrades
They rail against the timelessness of it all
Taking in the warm evening rains
Flee! Moonlight is not enough to live on
The chicken must have come after the egg
Green has no cause for worry
Blatant, yet sublime
Vertiginous calamity strikes again.
Goodness gracious, great balls of fire
The misery pierces my being
STOP! Yells itself from my lungs and lips
You have great fortitude to read this far
Wooing, winning, sliding in circles
I slump, and
I sleep


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I'd like to thank Monkeyman for giving me the inspiration to write this poem. I've linked to the specific post of his at the bottom for those of you who like like a clearer picture of why I wrote what I did. And that brings us to the question: At what point exactly did you realize that this was Howardian "Have I ever lied to you?" poem?

gabby