Sunday, August 21, 2011

Spin

Spin

In desperation
in this miserable
revolution
wasted I slouch toward 
a cheap motel
meet a stranger
screw him
under bare bulb light
a great Ash outside
one of few to escape
the blight
under the Ash
I feel cleansed

12 comments:

  1. A stark, bare (as a bulb) poem of life, someone's life! Another strong poem, Willow. Makes me gasp.

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  2. Mother nature nurtures our pain, yes she does. Blight is a rich word....it might show up in a wordle. :)

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  3. As Mary said, stark ... and powerful!

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  4. Concise, and good.
    Has me trying to place an ash in my tree index. Don't know that I've seen one.

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  5. Oh Willow! You constantly outdo yourself. Wow.

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  6. This is really powerful. I have been trying to find the words to describe the quality it has, and the best I can come up with is to steal one of your lines "under bare bulb light". Very nice writing!

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  7. What a raw picture you paint of pain and the way some try to cope with it. Compact and very film noire.

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  8. Whoa - that's raw and powerfully

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  9. I'm thankful for the cleansing at the end. Your contribution is stark, and true. Thanks for shining a little light in the dark.

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