Valentine's Day Poem

[Roderick Usher]

I really used to hate Valentine's Day, but lately I've seen it as a chance to explore the more macabre hearty imagery. Last year I plastinated two lamb hearts, spray-painted them red, bound them in barbed wire and put them in a shadow-box. It's still on the turntable and we're planning on burning and/or smashing it on V-D this year.

I aslo wanted to give the wife a little love poem that mixes gore with the idea of those silly Necco Sweetheart candies.

Be Mine
S.K.
(c) 2007

Stirring as I think of you,
It flutters, leaps and calls your name,
It thunders to the heavens
“Be Mine.”

Born within this Ossian cage,
My Necco-flavoured candy love
Rages to be free, to be yours
“Sweetheart”

This beating threatens to destroy,
Explode from out my chest
And rend my flesh to be near you
“Forever Yours”

Now lying, bleeding on the floor,
I claw as deep as fingers can,
And cracking bones to yank it free,
I hold my heart within my hand.
Pulsing with undying lust,
This organ is no longer mine,
And parting lips to breathe your name,
"Will you be my Valentine?"

[Shadow]

I like it. Thanks for posting it. :)

[Horror_Writer]

Love the progression from the sappy to the macabre. Had to look up the Ossian reference. Well done!

[Doc Faustus]

Good poem. Slight shades of Poe and a more restrained kind of Plath.

[Roderick Usher]

Originally Posted by Doc Faustus

Good poem. Slight shades of Poe and a more restrained kind of Plath.

I'm their bastard love-child...well, maybe not love child, more like their obsessive, destructive lust-child:D

[stubbornforgey]

Originally Posted by Roderick Usher

I'm their bastard love-child...well, maybe not love child, more like their obsessive, destructive lust-child:D

I love it !!

[Doc Faustus]

Originally Posted by Roderick Usher

I'm their bastard love-child...well, maybe not love child, more like their obsessive, destructive lust-child:D

It's a good combination to embrace. Not especially incongruous. The last poem I workshopped ended up being called a combination of Ginsberg, Whitman and Sid Vicious. I'd like to think that was a compliment, but I couldn't quite soak it in.

[Roderick Usher]

beat-hypersensual-nihlism?

wow

[Doc Faustus]

Mentally ill minority poetry.


MOTHERLAND

You made us a race when you gassed us at Auschwitz,
Since before that we were a disease,
Caravans of wandering lepers.
Races are men you hang from one tree
A race is a place where you burn the debris
Races are men you imprison together and
Rights that you hang on the same shelf
A race is a pit that dig to shit in
AND I
I
I
I
I
I
AND I
WE
WE WE WE WE WE WE
We are a race.
When we cry into one handkerchief,
When we’re shot in the same front
When we come together in relief
Which sends their hounds to hunt.
When we fester on your ships of fools
When we rot in the hospitals
Where you feed us jello served with rules
And shock our testicles.
When you put us all in silent rooms
Where doctors all share laughs
And you make us shriek out certain doom
And beg for autographs.
I pledge annoyance at the lack
Of a United States of Schizophrenia
And to the repugnance of wasted hands
One nature
Under dirt
With lunacy
And judgment
For all.

[Roderick Usher]

lovely

I totally see the Ginsberg critique with the rhythmic repetition. Excellent work.