My spilled seed soils this page
For I have sinned.
These words float in this Petri dish
Under your microscope—
Diluted in seminal form;
Illuminated in vitro light.
You’ll find them lost.
You’ll find them tired.
You’ll find them sterile.
With nothing to inseminate,
This poem was born to die.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
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2 comments:
Dude. This is really quite awesome. The comparison that you make is great and the last line is jarring and awesome. Great stuff broseph.
I agree with Chris, this is an awesome poem. The link between various forms of creation and the pain and enjoyment that results works amazing in the poem. creation is creation even if it is self inflected ;)
This is a favorite of mine for sure.
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