Kissing Kabuki
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Kissing Kabuki
I kept the gun like Chekhov said One that nicely kisses my head Sound asleep we mask our dreams Kabuki shows and elephants sneeze A single shack in the middle of the woods Carefree, young, and looking not too good This life is all I've got Nothing else, all but naught Just trot along my little bird There's nothing here but death and birth |
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I keep feeling like the voice of the poem is a modern, more emo version, of Poe. I want that bird to be screeching "Nevermore!" at the window pane. (But that is a copyrighted idea...) This is my final comment I think and I'm glad it was to you Kael. The poem is a concise little piece that should be picked up by Tim Burton. The first verse is stronger than the first. But the imagery of the second is what makes the gloomy mood. Take care.| | Posted on 2014-09-29 00:00:00 | by SincerWritinAsh | [ Reply to This ] | I like this. A little disturbing. That's good. The Rhyme "not" and "naught" seems a little forced, but it works, so that's okay. I particularly like the line beginning "Carefree". | Nicely done. | Posted on 2014-08-04 00:00:00 | by my shadow | [ Reply to This ] | ...did Chekhov care for firearms | or bumps that led to car alarms shrieking automotive terror at the shopping cart's cruel error? I think not (though I've thought less) about this herculean mess that twists our plots like knotted skin where all our favorite games begin... Just my thoughts on yours. | Posted on 2014-07-16 00:00:00 | by rws | [ Reply to This ] | I love the title. And that first line is so good. In a weird way it's almost like a non-sense poem. (To me that is the appeal.) It is like a nursery rhyme gone bad. But I like that too. It is dreamy like a puff of smoke with a rhythm to it. | Anyhoo.... that is my wacky take. Just wanted to say it was enjoyable either way. | Posted on 2014-07-15 00:00:00 | by isabella | [ Reply to This ] | |
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