gershon hepner

Rookie - 10 Points (5 3 38 / leipzig)

Knights Of The Knives - Poem by gershon hepner

After the nights of the longest of knives
come days when the scissors are sharp
for those in denial of great afterlives
where angels are playing the harp.

The skeptics have no consolation when bleeding
while knights of the knives feel infliction
of scissors, with hope for the future receding
when facts are outfabled by fiction.


Comments about Knights Of The Knives by gershon hepner

  • (5/9/2006 9:01:00 AM)

    You and the mrs seem rather fond of your instruments of penetration, Gershy. Some of your characters even masturbate with them (re: 'Penelope: a Valediction' by the lovely Lind) . : -) Anyway, as to this nifty little number, I think I've missed something here 'cause Linda's suggested me to read more closely between the lines. I've tried and all I can see is a load of 'cold, reflecting blades' (cc Vincent Turner) . Help me out here, would you?
    Yours obtusely (on this occasion) ,
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  • (5/8/2006 5:17:00 PM)

    i like it a lot. the first two lines really draw you in. -Lydia (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 8, 2006

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