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I am the Sandman.
I drop soft bombs.
Graphite bombs.
Viva le revolucion?
No.
Vive le reve.
I am the Sandman,
And this is the season
For spring playing autumn for articles
Of clothing, falling.
I dream of a thousand and one night stand,
Of holding your vertebrae like a rosary.
Lighting you up like a flesh and bone votive.
The revolution is dead, love
Give up the fight.
Let yourself be suffocated by cinnamon,
Called to sleep by the police siren song.
This is heavy metal in Baghdad.
This is a lullaby for every speedfreak
Sung by a choir of exploding lightbulbs.
The filaments burn bright and scream soprano.
Wake up and live the dream.
I drop soft bombs.
Graphite bombs.
Viva le revolucion?
No.
Vive le reve.
I am the Sandman,
And this is the season
For spring playing autumn for articles
Of clothing, falling.
I dream of a thousand and one night stand,
Of holding your vertebrae like a rosary.
Lighting you up like a flesh and bone votive.
The revolution is dead, love
Give up the fight.
Let yourself be suffocated by cinnamon,
Called to sleep by the police siren song.
This is heavy metal in Baghdad.
This is a lullaby for every speedfreak
Sung by a choir of exploding lightbulbs.
The filaments burn bright and scream soprano.
Wake up and live the dream.
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For some reason, I find it particularly distasteful that the military uses graphite as a bomb now. Killers already claimed lead. What are we supposed to make pencils out of now? The rest was born out of my typical response when anybody asks how I'm doing. "Living the dream,"
First off's always imagery. Did it grab your attention? Does any of it stick with you after reading?
Next comes flow. Was it a pleasant read? Where it flowed, and where it stuttered, did it work?
Does it make one think or feel? If so, what?
Any other questions, concerns, or comments?
Please and thank you.
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First off's always imagery. Did it grab your attention? Does any of it stick with you after reading?
Next comes flow. Was it a pleasant read? Where it flowed, and where it stuttered, did it work?
Does it make one think or feel? If so, what?
Any other questions, concerns, or comments?
Please and thank you.
For the Written Revolution, here's the most recent commentary:
[link]
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"I am the Sandman.
I drop soft bombs.
Graphite bombs." - a nice start, especially considering your title.
"Viva le revolucion?
No.
Vive le reve." - simply fantastic wording.
"I am the Sandman,
And this is the season
For spring playing autumn for articles
Of clothing, falling." - you know how much I love your line breaks, and here, it is marvelous. Rolls so smoothly off your tongue read out loud.
"I dream of a thousand and one night stand,
Of holding your vertebrae like a rosary.
lighting you up like a flesh and bone votive." - Actually, I take back what I said earlier. This is your strongest stanza, because of your turn of phrase in "a thousand and one night stand". I notice you do this in almost all your poems. And it's genius. I love what it insinuates. The imagery just pulls you in and keeps you there.
"The revolution is dead, love.
Give up the fight.
Let yourself be suffocated by cinnamon,
Called to sleep by the police siren song.
This is heavy metal in Baghdad.
This is a lullaby for every speedfreak
Sung by a choir of exploding lightbulbs.
The filaments burn bright and scream soprano." - Resplendent imagery. Thoroughly impressed by how someone is able to take you away and overwhelm you with all five senses by such simple, striking words and images, without ever having experienced such things themselves. Ingenious. This is what makes a writer strong; their ability to produce a piece that sincerely moves you.
"Wake up and live the dream." - an excellent way to draw this poem into a full circle.
Well done, sir. You were able to capture and produce moments people experiencing such events wouldn't be able to do themselves. The idea of this piece is well formed and conveyed marvelously throughout. :]