Something and Nothing
By philipsidneynoo
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Limbo ain’t a bad place for hanging around
The uncommitted wasp
Flies round Limbo’s
Nondescript curves
Looking for a soul to sting
It’s stringing the process out
Admittedly
But it’ll get there in the end
Because
For a sting
There’s always the stung
The ferryman, the old bastard
Has a lingering cough
And grabbing hands
And opinions
God, his opinions
Unsolicited of course
Unwarranted
But kind of apt
Under the circumstances
“Ahem”, he says, “Ahem”
And he clears his throat
Whilst slipping the coin
Into the back pocket
Of his trousers
"So it is wanted there
Where the power lies"
Limbo’s eternal vestibule
Means you’re always
On the doorstep
No loyalty
Not even to hell
Caught in the cliché
Of a downwards spiral
Down down
Bloody down
It’s all so damnably dull
So bureaucratic
The unrepentant man
With the dolly at the bar
Drink in hand
Carrion crow on lap
Her nondescript curves
Match Limbo’s -
Place and Person
Melded
Mind the doors please
We’re going
Down to
The first circle
To the
Dancing banker
The dancing wanker
The wanker banker
Paley typical
Of all that’s wrong with the place
Over the bar
Under the bar
Limbo dancing
In hell
Anamnesis of the amniotic
Rest a ghostly head against limbo skin
remember another membrane
from that world of sensory wonder
the comfort of red - the thrill of the throb
of being/becoming
sentient
listen to the echo of others
at the centre of their own universe
making up rules you were born to break
condemning you
for entering existence - that dreamlike state
so lodge up here
where there is a glint of gold
catch the honeysuckle scent
that drifts from paradise
they say you’ll never see it
oh well
you never did much anyway
innocent
they call you
if they stumble against you
on their fall
to hotter climes
still full of pride
undoubting of their right to patronise
as though they ever knew you
or will remember
that you were/are
float on - bathe in temperate fluid
holding you in eternal
suspended animation
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Flies round Limbo’s…I’m sure
Flies round Limbo’s…I’m sure it is, but worth checking, is this meant to be possessive?
Looking for a soul to sting…well that’s me singing Devil Went Down to Georgia, on a loop for the rest of the day. Thank you so much for that.
Her non-descript curves…nondescript.
Mind the doors please…does this need quotation marks?
rest a ghostly head against limbo skin… just an observation, not an error check, it’s that old argument about poetry and punctuation and whether or not to capitalise. I think the first word looks odd not capitalised, it looks as though it’s an error when it’s intentional. But could you just capitalise that first Rest and not the rest? Is it the done thing and would it look stupid? I don’t know, I’m hopeless at poetry.
of being/becoming…I’d be tempted to swap the forward slash for an and here, or even a comma, or a – I don’t think the poem needs any but the most basic punctuation. If it doesn’t get capital letters, why should it demand a forward slash—dissention in the ranks.
I would separate the two pieces and post them individually.
Hi PS, great to read you again. Two very polished pieces, both good, but the waspy one is my favourite.
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Ignore the first comment Duh.
Ignore the first comment Duh. I read it as flies around limbo's, and thought it was a place as in Limbos Bar & Grill... rather than reading, flies around limbo's nondescript curves, which changes the sentence completely. My thick.
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