06-21-2012, 05:38 AM
This has got a vibe I really enjoy. Don't think the format needs renovation, it works well the way you broke it up.
(06-20-2012, 08:55 PM)Universalchild Wrote: No memory of how it got to this,
everything is in sepia, rewind,
like an old photograph, this is bliss, What with "memory" and "everything in sepia", I felt that the image of an ld photograph is a little redundant. Just imo though
the smoke becomes the smog of mind.
Somewhere distant guitar thrums low,
disjointed melody, harmony broken,
sound is bleak and drums beat slow,
no singing, the words are unspoken.
Shaking, waking, for another hit,
airless yet the air feels so cold, Darn it, i really like this line, but i'm having trouble justifying in my head the "airless" thing with "air". Maybe use a synonym for air to make it subtler
soft around the edges, we submit,
dust lies upon our time untold. Pretty image, how the layers of dust and time "soften" us
Crawling into this broken paradise,
we wallow in our forsaken rapture,
for this secret delight, pay dire price,
a life that we can never recapture.
The knight of brown industrial waste,
now ready to chase the dragon again,
but truthfully it's just me being chased,
here in this filthy wonderful den. Tiny nit, but for me "wonderful filthy" perhaps rolls off the tongue better
Into the gutter, nothing but litter,
there is a sick glamour to my mess,
I'm already dead so I'm not bitter,
no love to mourn, no sin to confess. I don't know how you'll take this suggestion, since this last stanza is pretty solid--- but imo you can potentially end the poem by inserting the fourth stanza after this one. I feel like there's a nice narrative logic to ending on stanza 4. Maybe just me
PS. If you can, try your hand at giving some of the others a bit of feedback. If you already have, thanks, can you do some more?
