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Molotov Manners
Gripped,
Five fingered
Around the torso
Feeling so-so
But the feeling
Still hasn't
Set in
Sitting
And waiting
For the pace
To kick in gear
Or the fear
That falls in line
Just before euphoria
Mechanical,
Gray in thought
Provokes my appetite,
Botanical green
Ensnares even the worst
Of beasts
In skin wrapped
Like yours
Or mine
I'm kind
And I'm not your kind,
Living twenty miles south
Of successful conviction
Wallowing in a sailors
Drunken contradictions
And diction at best
Educated
In manners once upon
A marvelously long time ago
Just when the boiler whistles
The kettle is steady rack and iron
Sugar sweet to add sentiment
To a dentist dream of dreams
Manners once upon a time
You know?
You knew
When we were out of feeling
That you had many regrets,
Ugly ones,
Small ones,
Ones were you lost control,
I'm nullified in thinking about it
But I've got my pinky out
Chase me
Down to the creek
Where we'll meet
Our cousins cold hard
Blackened feet
Wading in the deep end
With extra long line and bait
Grinning through gap teeth
Sharpened chagrin
Hold hands when you can
Hold your peace when it suits you
In the silent wars of yours and mine
you should systematically cast a shadow
Of lies
Of bad taste
Of ugly manners
under a wonderful
endless black sky
that will forgive you
Fear Falling Euphoria, Batman!
This is an emotion's festival, replete with tactility and motion ~ enjoyed the mind trip ~ "...teeth sharpened chagrin" is very nice! ~
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Is this Molotov, the Soviet
Is this Molotov, the Soviet statesman, or Molotov the cocktail/explosive?
J-Called
Explosive
Explosive
"Where do you go when nowhere feels like home?"-FBMF
OK. Thanks for clarifying.
OK. Thanks for clarifying. When I read it, however, I had the Soviet statesman in mind, and I still think some of the poem fits in well with that image. He was a horse's rear, and helped Stalin murder millions, but at least he looked legitimate.
J-Called