A hand-sewn, hair-stuffed, leather doll –
this animistic skin I live in.
A mere prick brings me down to a crawl –
the stabbing spasm of a pen.
An incense offering; slurs swirling
in the candlelit prison,
dubbed by the skull-trapped chanting;
I, being my own greatest minion,
soon to find myself chasing
my own tale of occult curses.
The flickering candles now drooling
their molten, inky hexes.
Addicted to all this backstabbing
I am bound to blow smoke up
my own arse. An incense offering
for the tabloid god of gossip...
Nathan Bednarek 2009.
Comments
MistakenMagic | April 26, 2009 - 18:41
'soon to find myself chasing
my own tale of occult curses.
The flickering candles now drooling
their molten, inky hexes.'
Love this stanza Nathan! Beautiful imagery and a climatic ending I never expected! A very original take on the world of celebrity.
Magic xxx
Nathan Bednarek | April 26, 2009 - 19:55
Cheers! I'm glad the poem and its twist at the end worked for you.
Again, thanks xox
Silver Spun Sand | April 26, 2009 - 23:43
"The flickering candles now drooling
their molten, inky hexes."
Love these lines, Nathan. The poem a good mix of humour and venom.
A well thought through poem which succeeds, admirably.
Tina x
Nathan Bednarek | April 26, 2009 - 23:50
Thank you Tina. I'm glad you think there's enough venom in there ;-D
Your comments are always very important to me.
xox
Curse of 222 | May 2, 2009 - 14:11
"A hand-sewn, hair-stuffed, leather doll –
this animistic skin I live in." --as if the title wasn't enough to draw me in, these first two lines did the trick. a dark comedy of a poem. very well done.
jason
Nathan Bednarek | May 2, 2009 - 16:39
I'm glad it did it for you, Jason, and thank you for the compliment. ;-)
threeleafshamrock | May 24, 2009 - 09:59
Great stuff, cleverly constructed. The last stanza my favourite; I have a thing about strong endings. Well done on this one - usual high standard maintained.
Chris ;)
Nathan Bednarek | May 26, 2009 - 00:13
Cheers mate! I appreciate it!