(content warning) violence and futility

[heslopian]

this is a poem about violence
broken spines
and
severed heads
and
bloody torsos
shining by the light of the moon
like grotesque disco balls
and that...

how does one express futility
without defeating the object
of such a belief?

if you express you believe
that expression is good
that your words should be read

and isn't that a form of optimism?

still i continue to read
Cormac McCarthy
Patricia Highsmith
and the like

maybe we miserable fuckers
just like people to know
what miserable fuckers we are

[billy]

a self help poem hehe.
i loved the ending of it

[addy]

Brilliant idea on this one, great food for thought to gnaw on. Upon reading the first few lines, I thought it would be slightly improved if the second line broke off into a second stanza to leave the first line floating, but as I read on I realized the poem [i]wasn't[i] about violence; or at least, not on the whole. i've heard it said that art is violence, and you've made the point perfectly here while giving it a unique lens and slant. This was a great read

[Ris Yerg]

Hi!
I think that the end (last three lines) - just truth. We are.
R.Y.

[heslopian]

Thank you both for your lovely comments Addy and Ris