Poetry Forum

The morality of man is only as deep
as a gypsy bride’s clit.
How much have we lost to get here?
The blood could fill a giant’s bowl,
the giant being God, the bowl being Earth,
each continent curving upwards towards
the gaping mouth from which He eats.
But then I don’t believe in God.
Writers need metaphors though,
a tail to pin the donkey on.
Even nothing needs a launching pad.
Sadness must have a definition,
a board for the darts we throw to miss,
a goal with the keeper reading a book
even when the game is in play.
‘Are you a pessimist?’ you ask.
No, but I’m also not an optimist.
I do not believe that people are soup,
that the vicar’s chicken noodle
and I’m tomato. I believe in one day
finding a man into whom I can empty
myself, both physically and mentally,
then dying before the apocalypse.

i enjoyed the read, which feels nonsensically sensible
i'd have use swollen instead of deep on the first line but thats only me.
other than that i found it to be gritty and original.
i liked some of the metaphors. i think it's a good image of how the persona in the poem feels.
particularly the last 6 lines.
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Yes, Sir!
Extremely great work!
Enjoyed.
Thanks.
R.Y.

Thanks for the kind words Bilbo and Ris