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Tick Body
I remove a tick
and am reminded
of my greasy breakfast
and last nights
apple crème filled
body glazed with hate.
Food as a weapon
an inner battle
salt versus sweet,
hope versus fear.
Playing hide 'n' seek
I eat, suck on meat.
I'm found full of
fat. Picked on picked at
removed, split 'n' half,
burnt, killed in disgust.
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Comment by: - 2006-08-08 20:02
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| very powerful, a kick in the face...i love it |
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Comment by: Teri - 2006-07-29 20:00
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| Hi, Tucker - Wow. Strong, powerful words. I thought the tick would suck out all the anger, but instead, you tie it in much nicer with the images of the greasy breakfast and the "food" you're forced (in a way) to ingest. Perfect angry poem, but not a rant. Great job! :) |
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| the emotion in this poem comes across LOUD AND CLEAR. the words give it a violent, bitter sound that reverberates well beyond the few words themselves. the last stanza is particularly strong. Great poem. |
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You wield a mighty magnifying lens to your own psyche don't you? And so you find the tick ;)
You write without fear, I like that. I also read a double meaning in the title but maybe that's my own doing. the insect, and the processes that make a body tick |
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| Comparing the ticks dining on you to your own greasy breakfast kind of puts it all into perspective, does it not? |
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