Don’t pass judgment on me, until you’ve resurrected my pain and feel what flows through me each day.
I, know, that everything must go
but I want you to know
in me, I feel it; d r i p p i n g —
feeling you within me,
forming, speaking, performing me
like you’ve recreated me.
An invention; don’t compare me
run the software that’s installed
in me, I feel it; a Trojan —
coursing, penetration, unprotected
no virus protection present
How did you feel performing me?
really nice bradley….the spaces in dripping…the double play on trojan and the penetration with no virus protection…well done on the word play here…
Thank you, Brian, and thank you for stopping by! 🙂
A really interesting and provocative poem, Brad. No performance anxiety here! K.
Thank you! None whatsoever! 😀
O, chilling! But daring and well done! Wow!
Chills are fabulous! Thank you, Jackie! I’m glad you stopped by! 🙂
multiple ways to take this one, which is good. Last line well done indeed.
That’s what I wanted, Mark, people to take this poem in many different ways. Thank you! 🙂
This is fantastic for me! Now I am inspired to make a poem like this.. Now I am in the mood to be creative..
Wow, glad I could be your inspiration, Myrtle! Write, write, write! 😀
I thought this really cool…gave me chills …Mmmmm….and something to wrap my tongue around. Nice. 🙂
Thank you, Louise! 😀
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