Analysis of passionate death
we're all falling through the rain on the morning
when the canceled debts come marching in
to crush our hopes and judge our sin
we played with fire on the mountain tops
we cried for deliverance but our tears
were our tormentors tools of choice.
we're calling out for God in the mischief
the lift of the wing, the dangling of the carrot string
sharpened glass on roads bereaved of caring
tension in the dried circles cropping up
around the mildewed fluttering peace
salivating over slugs that once were us.
and the doves that laid their eggs forgotten
found a new way of giving up hope
rat-a-tat and listen to the saints singing
hypocrisy encased in laughable lies
telling the wind one thing and having it
piss right back in your scraggly beard.
hinting at the hatred on the edge of a pier
fainting in the second act and wishing
crazily for respite in the time of storm
shocking the lizard in you who are nothing
it was the outlandish “how can you be the
elite when you are casual nothing?” question.
the boots, the kicking boots, and knocking
are a cruel daytime high – hilariously
shimmying off garbage for nifty nothing
gagging on the drunken reflex to forgetting
bathing in a lily pad of cheap wine and
we're settling for less than dillydallying.
barking on the windy winding wildly
dripping faucet of the moonlit death
career-less drifting towards perishing
we're pushing back against the lice
the crawling paint of vampire-like
licentiousness with hints of ginger.
dying would levitate if vicious crumby
concubines drunk on kumquats
lost their place in space wondering
where did the id get her courage?
and why were we flaking our responsible
falling flakes of snow in the desert of desserts?
passionate death, i'd say to her face if i
awoke and found she'd slept with life
in the absence of a treaty signed and dated
hush. the wind is whipping up a picky silence
sheathed in screaming, scraping ripping of
the media box from the cheap green vinyl siding.
it's dark, it's late. it's cloudy and absurd.
the engines are silent and pouring the poor coffee
quite unreasonably settling for the life dregs
we loved life in a honeymoon of madness
but our lust was tempered in the rush for place
and time and the word divorce it morphed to suicide.
- Cedar Rapids, Iowa off 1st st sw
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Poetic Form | Tetractys (20%) |
Metre | 11101011010 101011100 1110101101 1111010101 11101001101 01010111 1101110010 01101010010101 1011101110 1000110101 01011001 1001011101 0011111010 101111011 10101010110 01000101001 1001110101 11101101 101010101101 1000101010 10011000111 10010011110 11001011110 011111001010 010101010 10101101000 111011010 11010101010 10001011110 11001111 1010101010 10101011 0111001100 11010101 01011101 111110 1011011010 10111 11101100 11011010 010110100100 101110010101 10011110111 01011111 001010101010 101110101010 101010101 0100110111010 1111110001 0101100100110 1010001001011 1110010110 110111000111 010010111110 10101001111 |
Closest metre | Iambic pentameter |
Characters | 2,235 |
Words | 405 |
Sentences | 15 |
Stanzas | 19 |
Stanza Lengths | 3, 3, 3, 3, 3, 3, 3, 3, 3, 3, 3, 3, 3, 3, 3, 3, 3, 3, 1 |
Lines Amount | 55 |
Letters per line (avg) | 33 |
Words per line (avg) | 7 |
Letters per stanza (avg) | 97 |
Words per stanza (avg) | 21 |
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Submitted on April 03, 2021
Modified on March 05, 2023
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