Ripped Ass-Under (For Art?)
For Unfiltered Challenge. Stream of Consciousness Poem.
Push... Push... Push...
---------Pull...
Push... Push... Push...
------------------Pull...
R i p T e a r S h r e d
Push... Pull... R i p T e a r S h r e d Me
Push... Push... Push...
---------Pull... Me Under
Push... Push... Push...
---------Pull... me back, forth, back, forth
Push... Pull... R I p T e a r S h r e d Me Back, Forth, back, forth
Push... Push... Push...
---------Pull... me out of the wreckage
Push... Push... Push...
---------Pull... me back in, begin, again
Push... Push... Push...
---------Pull... me from the things I... love
Push... Push... Push...
---------Pull... me and never
*
let me go
Push... Pull... R i p T e a r S h r e d me
to pieces
to pieces (Pull... me a p a r t)
-to
pieces
--to pieces (for my Art)
---to
pieces
*
Push... Pull... R i p T e a r S h r e d me back and forth
Push... Pull... R i p T e a r S h r e d me a p a r t
---------plagued...
by their memory
I... I... I...
----I...
Struggle
*
----------Pulled... this one out my ass
like all the others that made the pass
Sometimes when hanging over the toilet
is when the creativity bites, and I...
I...
Struggle
The older I... get...the wiser I... get? At least in principle.
the less intolerant to intolerance I... get
The more I...
-----------despair
at the decisions of those in power
at the choices of those with no power
other
-------than
the freedom or perceived freedom to choose between
good and bad, kindness and cruelty, love and hate
Neurotic tectonic plates shift more erratically
with every passing day, week, month, year
*
The line between isolophobia and autophobia increases the dementophobia that g r i p s me when I... sit in the quiet moments of the night
Cleisiophobia takes hold of my mind, as the walls around me feel as much of a protection as an imprisonment.
But, is kenophobia really better than the chaos that exists inside my mind?
Athazagoraphobia weighs heavily on my mind, over everything else. Is it arrogant and haughty to want to be remembered and given attention?
To sought the glory I...
need
*
I...
struggle
*
----------Pulled... this out my ass
talking out my ass
I... know
-----------I... know
when people say that it is to demean, to disavow and dismiss
but, when I... am naked in the shower, or hanging over the throne of porcelain
my best ideas come to fruition, my worst ideas ferment and hold me, imprison
me
have I... peaked much too too soon... that holds me, g r i p s me, R i p s me ass-under
Push... Pull... R i p T e a r S h r e d me, own me, make me, transform me, mould me, back, forth, back, forth
I...
struggle
I... thought it might be fun to sit and think of expressions, phrases, nuggets of golden life advice
Don't chase the unknown blindly, don't strive for perfection, don't settle for mediocre
I... thought it would help, that it might give people a template, a checklist, of golden life advice
Don't stick your darting, investigative tongue too close to the grass, urination is no celebration
Don't let those who love you, lead you into trouble, without reason
*
Push... Pull... give me a taste
R i p, T e a r a kiss of cheeks
S h r e d as liquid leaks
back, forth d-rizzle me in lust
back, forth d-rench me if you must
I... struggle,
skin
to
skin
to let go, sensual connection
R i p foreskin foreshadows foreclosures on desire
S h r e d the great release, catharsis
Push... Pull... vulvic eruption, passion implosive
Push... Push... Push... as lava seeps
I... struggle passion-burnt flesh
I... struggle... I...
need to Push... Pull... R i p T e a r S h r e d, back, forth, back again
for
--my
---(hE)Art
*
Thanks for reading!
Author's Notes: Poem. Oh meant to add Donna Fox is partly responsible for at least one of the lines in this.
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Comments (13)
This reminded me of the 'RIP and TEAR' metal song from DOOM! I love how visceral this is!
Hahhahaha! Now you’re blaming me for your nonsense??? I mean… I do encourage it, a lot!!! Soooo fine! I’ll take the blame for you talking out of your ass again!! 😂
My God. Reading this gives me whiplash and at the same time it feels comfortingly familiar. Juxtaposed 101!
Sir Paul. You've rendered me speechless hahahahahahaha. I gotta get my mind outta the gutter. I especially loved all those phobias. And yes, I laughed when I saw "foreskin" 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣
I’m kind of amazed that I did not notice the sexual undertones till you called them clearly to our attention near the end of the poem. Conflating the creative act with the procreative act seems like a logical metaphor, but you never make your poems easy, Paul. There are so many other competing elements present: the desire to connect, to matter, to be known, to be remembered, to be wise. And then you overlay the imperative of making art, the psychological distress caused by rampant injustice as well as the limited options and choices for the underdog. In its essence this a poem about everything and everything is a heavy burden for a single individual or artist to bear! I’m not sure whether to congratulate you or to suggest writing another moment of silence poem! Truly remarkable work in either case. 😊
Really interesting and artistic way to put fort these thoughts
In a way this one describes life in a very odd way. Great work.
I guess we see language the same way. And you should look for 'Knots' by R. D. Laing. It has the same sort of form. Maybe the catharsis is a little different? ;)
Dude! Gut punch stuff 👏
Yeah, definitely some anal fissure going on.
And here I thought you were talking about a anal fissure.
This one pulls you in by the guts, don't it? My struggle with this challenge is I keep getting interrupted, and it's not one to pick up again later for me?
Blimey. I found this very raw, almost challenging to read. It felt like an assault and a plea both at once. Very intimate, like your thoughts laid bare and exposed with nothing disguised. I think that last sentence of mine may be overplayed.