River
By hejira j
Thu, 31 Jan 2008
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Two bottles of rioja
Are unleashed -
'My teeth were made for this',
Grinning like a Greek.
This midnight sneak
To the river
Is a way to jolt me
Aloft.
Riposting, I show
My sad tits
To the moonlight.
See -
A visual disenchantment.
So many theories
In this manner
Have been disproved.
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The brevity of this poem,
The brevity of this poem, with just one word per line at times seems to make it contain a powerful stride, plath-esque rhythms of bitterness. It is defiant, surprising and liberating, I enjoyed reading it very much.
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