Analysis of Dead Head
Not feeling great today.
Bones are grinding force
against my blood pulse.
My brain
a bundled bag of synoptic sacs
or are they nerves
neurons
and neuroses?
Feels more like a floating fog,
creeping red down angered walls.
Tickling.
Mop up the juice
of my crushed horticulture.
Prune the hairs on the dolls head.
She does not cry, only looks,
glassy eyes lead to frozen smile
and broken plastic skin.
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Poetic Form | |
Metre | 110101 11101 01111 11 010110101 1111 10 0010 1110101 1011101 1 1101 111100 1011011 1111101 10111101 010101 |
Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 381 |
Words | 70 |
Sentences | 8 |
Stanzas | 4 |
Stanza Lengths | 1, 7, 3, 6 |
Lines Amount | 17 |
Letters per line (avg) | 19 |
Words per line (avg) | 4 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 79 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 18 |
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Submitted on May 11, 2016
Modified on March 05, 2023
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