01-06-2016, 05:46 AM
For me, the poem begins and ends with these two stanzas.
A faucet drip's
echo brings order
to chaos, or composition
in improvisation.
Puddles of blood,
because a "hello"
is more than "hello"
to those who didn't know.
There is a melody to these that I love.
Everything else reads like just random statements to me. I see the “routine” of it all and how the poet keeps his sanity and his ass intact by writing, so in that sense it works, but in the end, it leaves me shrugging my shoulders and wanting to know more about the puddles of blood and those who didn’t know.
TB
A faucet drip's
echo brings order
to chaos, or composition
in improvisation.
Puddles of blood,
because a "hello"
is more than "hello"
to those who didn't know.
There is a melody to these that I love.
Everything else reads like just random statements to me. I see the “routine” of it all and how the poet keeps his sanity and his ass intact by writing, so in that sense it works, but in the end, it leaves me shrugging my shoulders and wanting to know more about the puddles of blood and those who didn’t know.
TB