I can give you many reasons
why I lick healed wounds and pet old scars
why there's always a margin to scribble on
why I peek between closed curtains
on audiences cloned into one cold droopy mask
why some yester hopes with molded crusts
remain on my fridged shelf
Forget the why's and excuses
I realise they are a display of clutter and misplacements.
What I really need is a compass
to lead me forth
perhaps a glass manegerie of horses
on right corners of afflicted rooms
wooded wind chymes on entry gates
to keep away bad debt collectors
Next time I'll use slingers,
not jingle-belled boomerangs
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FABULOUS poem! I need to discuss it with you to learn what it means. Although I might have a small clue about the meaning of small specific lines. The reason I liked this poem however is because of the speaker's ability to realize that he needs to change. Its an interesting prospect. A person who knows that he needs to change but doesn't know where to start and what direction to go in.
Wow Danny! I love your poem. I think that it has a very original mood...it’s sort of dark, but not like any other. I especially liked the first stanza where you introduced the speaker’s bizarre, twisted habits like licking healed wounds or petting old scars. They created an image, at least for me, of a man with dark circles around his eyes, unshaven, hysteric, cynical, and living in isolation. Although I’m not so sure I understand what is meant by the poem, I think that the speaker here is living in clutters, mistakes, and regrets of his past and he realizes that he needs to move forward and fix things (with people perhaps, debt collectors). And he wants to do things right (use slingers) to get him out of his mess (instead of boomerangs which backfire). again, i love it!
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