AppleofEris

beats are falling on my feet and I am

God.

I sit there like a mangy cat
on the side street
inhaling smog from a pipe rocking
my head with the times -
falling into the rhythm I slip on
a pleather skirt (micro-mini world) -
my thigh-highs are running I smell

like sex and I am

God.

children run through the alleys with out faces
their S.S. number stamped - the blind imps skip by
and I want to stick out my foot I
want to trip up society with my black stilettos -
leather calves - guernica was revolution mad with
poverty - under mao zedong chinese farmers beat the men with fat bills
like pigs - in the world
women burned their bras - men burned books - here my Soul burns
quietly in the alley and I am

God.

frayed whiskers yowling around the trashcans and I
frown at them - meandering cats in heat
eating up community roles with their little cat paws
winding through legs listlessly senseless
creatures - heads lowered and asses raised waiting
for the societal master prick - mr. bourgeoisie and his political entourage
tell me not to stir the stew - bible man and his book
tell me not to stir the soul - society and its golden truth
tell me not to stir the rules and I look at
the cats - the kids - myself and this is where I say no. I am

the woman ignited at the curb and I am
the woman cracking open fate and I am
the woman who is the artificer of her happiness and I am

My own God.

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"A woman who writes feels too much,
those trances and portents!
As if cycles and children and islands
weren't enough; as if mourners and gossips
and vegetables were never enough.
She thinks she can warn the stars.
A writer is essentially a spy.
Dear love, I am that girl."
- Anne Sexton, "The Dark Art"

PureAzure

Really very strong. A strongly punctuated vision, pace, metre... like thoughts marching through scungy the street with military determination. The tone matches the subject matter and I get a very clear sense of voice, person, narrator, the world around her.

Sometimes poems about "me" can quite easily slip into micro-self writing - "it's all about me", but this is the opposite end where writing manages that trap - it's from a "me" but it's all about the world around, a world we get a very clear picture of in that moment/frame of mind.

Very much enjoyed it. PA

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Life happens.

AppleofEris

Thank you. I was afraid the structure and style might step on some toes, but I'm definitely glad they haven't. - AoE

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"A woman who writes feels too much,
those trances and portents!
As if cycles and children and islands
weren't enough; as if mourners and gossips
and vegetables were never enough.
She thinks she can warn the stars.
A writer is essentially a spy.
Dear love, I am that girl."
- Anne Sexton, "The Dark Art"

belmont

This is tense. I'm gonna have to read it again to sort out a better meaning. I like it though.

Jiieden

I love the rigid beauty of the rythm. Things are kept under control, and though you skid between different themes, of self-control, of social injustice and decrepit urban landscapes, you keep it all perfectly ticking along.

I have to say, I wasn't keen on the way you repeated the word 'God' in the first part of the poem; it just kills the building rythm, and I think that's a pity. I understand why you need it though, to close the semantic circle, at the end of the poem; you need it for that finishing blow.

Still, I wish there was another way. Broken up into shards, like it is now, this poem will remain, for me, a bitter-sweet something, which could have been more.

mN.sparroW

Great title. Keep up your free expression.