Familiar Visitor Poem by Tony Walton

Familiar Visitor

Rating: 4.0


They come for you-
in old fashioned hats,
from where you don't know,
to f uck you hard against every wall
you've built up.

They know how to pick all your locks,
break through your firewall,
blocking all exits.

Out of mirrors in small rooms with
flickering televisions they stare into your
flatness outlined in twisted sheets.

You give them food and wine,
trying to appease them.
You smoke with them, but they never mellow.
They're like gods of a certain kind and
know all your devices.

Imagine what they've cost you in
Priests, lovers, advisers?

They'll come for you and
they never stop coming
until you die, or
they die in you.
But, maybe there's
something else wrong,
besides
them.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Luis A. Estable 27 July 2021

I could not see whom the they are who come for you. I find it too broad to narrow. But the theme is an interesting one.

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Tony Walton 12 February 2024

Why are you so literal? Do you know know what a metaphor is? Why not? I will now give you tons of constructive criticism, on your poetry.

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