Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin

Lid* - Poem by Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin

We guise it so f***in well
imbue it in our Isi Meyaki and Gray Flannel
the incredible lid of dialectic materialism, Marxism
nihilism, romanticism Gucci, Armani Burberry
keeps in place the septic cesspool that is distilled
on pews, under minarets even deathbed
I often wish that muck on our minds
one day gets projected on the nth x nth
screen of limitless indigo
and fill the sky, stars and all the inter stellar spaces
with that stifling stench

* Originally inspired by Indira’s poems on child abuse but made it to the PH when Helen held the mirror stiflingly close to my nose in “Sun Worshipper”- I saw myself and threw up

Comments about Lid* by Frank Lisa IndiRa Francesca Roger Platt Cornish Martin

  • Emancipation Planz (4/22/2008 6:00:00 AM)

    This makes me think of taking a dustbin lid and skidding all the way pass the stinking to outer space on it... now why is that? ? ? (Report) Reply

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  • Indira Babbellapati (4/12/2008 2:28:00 AM)

    hw many intellectual defences just to live...but then whoever lives? (Report) Reply

  • Original Unknown Girl (4/10/2008 5:09:00 AM)

    Ooh! What did I do? Did I lift the lid on something? LOL! Good poem Rehan! HG: -) xx (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 10, 2008

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