.box girl.
By sIo
let's, if you take it
shove the problem in
a problem box
we're artistic
you and eye
it's why you're boxes
all look like they've
been drowning in paper
machete and
glitter
green and black and bitter
brushing bruises on like
tomorrow you can take
them off.
crawling on pipe
cleaners
walking high on dice
skinny legged little girl
break dancing to the form
of the word, like pistol
shooting
step for step
revolver clicking ballerina
in her pretty little
box
turning toward her better half
the photogenic
side
in circles ever going
on the lies that if she
turns
the other cheek
she'll get better
except two-faced
face-offs
are only profile apparent
and you never speak
to yourself head on
so instead you dance
without thinking
head locked in a box
hands working hard to
open the right
ones
for closing
never knowing
every box props open
plain and unfashioned
unfastened and waiting
jaws open for
swallowing
[the memory pills
that go boom in your liver
instead of your heart]
neglected while you
paint the illusion
of
pain inside
from with-out
to steer away
from
it with-in
never knowing
all her eggs are
hatching
in one box
always working
never thinking
only dancing
always working
with your hands
never knowing
you've
been stitching
closed the wrong lids
with your own eye lashes
shoving pills down
your own throat
wondering why
your walls
are blowing up like alice
on shrooms
and then
tumbling down
as badly painted cards
when you begin revolving
around yourself, dancing
as if you know the other side
will be sunrise
wondering with your blind
eyes
and never mind
from inside your mind's
colored sweet box
in a room of boxes
all on tables with chairs
pulled like
files
why the lights don't work
when you're pin-balling
the routine chair to musical
chair
turn table touch and
landing somehow
in the same shoes
the same chair
at
the same table
with the same box
to the same night
all
latched to you
you're expressive
and you create
as if you're working
with yourself and feeling
better
but you're talking to
yourself-creations
working on
yourself
only feeling better
when the other senses
died
all wrapped up
in paint and pretty
i see you now
mugshot double taken
stripped sideways and jerking
caught
on your own strings
still trying to turn away
a ballerina in
a box
...she killed the dance
and saved the lies
a tangled mess
closed always
in her
self
Awards
Comments on ".box girl."
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On Wednesday, April 11, 2018, I IS ME
(406) wrote:
We reread it was a thinker we like it
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On Tuesday, January 24, 2017, MR feathered fox
(31) wrote:
Deep I love poems that make me think And great word play
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A former member wrote:
Wow there is a lot to take in, but I love it :)
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A former member wrote:
Wonderful imagery and I love the plays on words you throw in there... wordy and mind blowing as always! :)
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On Saturday, August 11, 2007, What Limes
(64) wrote:
dig it.
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On Thursday, August 9, 2007, Bella Butchery
(724) wrote:
the end was earth shattering to a shattering piece...
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On Wednesday, August 8, 2007, Solace
(1069) wrote:
For some reason this says midlife crisis to me - you know the part where monotony breeds a rattling of the cages, but its too late - so its a half hearted attempt - and i loved the childhood beginning pipe cleaners...just pipe cleaners...
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On Wednesday, August 8, 2007, Solace
(1069) wrote:
I mean those two words in conjunction say the whole world of the modern education system to me...right there...and yet they're so awesome to play with, thats how they get ya...tricksy pretty looks, evil purpose...
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On Wednesday, August 8, 2007, Alanarchy
(1200) wrote:
I was completelly head over heels engrossed by the end of the third stanza. This is just fucking merciless. Hit me with razor sharp metaphor after metaphor.
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On Wednesday, August 8, 2007, Mistress Shadow
(252) wrote:
Beautiful way to run with those musical boxs into something more meaningful. I loved it! ~T
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On Tuesday, August 7, 2007, unspeakable truth
(100) wrote:
"but you're talking to yourself-creations...." This whole piece is wonderful, but the above stanza so stands out in my head. This I must fav!
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On Tuesday, August 7, 2007, Dommi
(96) wrote:
that was fucking awesome :P
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A former member wrote:
This made sense. And then kicked my ass, and I begin to thank whatever it is that my life isn't a coil of chaos. The 3 closing stanzas stand out but the others aren't weak either. A pleasure. +tpu+
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On Tuesday, August 7, 2007, Six-Out
(1435) wrote:
this was pretty much a mind fuck. I'm not sure what I read, but it was pretty. I love the abstract metaphor.