Howl on a bloodstone: belt out your pain
Last month in 1957, US. Customs seized hundreds of copies of Allan Ginsberg’s Howl.
Today, Howl is free to hang around the shelves of many libraries, no longer subject to massive protests. I, thus, felt inspired to write a little piece.
Grand self-loathing is like a toxic spill
Overwhelming the senses and infecting the pores
Radiating pain for all in its path
The water is starting to run cold
No longer nourishing and soon callously overflowing
With jagged voices and wheezing tears
No exit strategy other than a poison pill
After waging through multiple love-battle tours
And incurring pointed wraths
There is no way this ends right without a blindfold
The bitter memories vivid and ire foaming
Causing venom to fill the former love spheres
This is past the point of ill will
Nothing left but to try to soar
from out under this jagged-glass mud bath
You are released, no longer bound to the mold
We are bloodstone, strength forth spilling
Belt out your pain and roar until you are seared
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thank you so much for the reblog. Hope you are doing well
Beautifully written with such awesomely vivid imagery ~ well done!
Thank you!! Have a great one
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