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Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Adult · #2026889
18+ A really twisted poem about purpose and meaning via my increasingly odd point of view.

-Talk Like A Switchblade-
by Keaton Foster
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Slut
Nut
What’s up
Cut
Right to the core
Deep to the bone
Again and again
Once
And forevermore
Talk
Speak
Reverberate
Like a switchblade
This
That
Which
What
Lyrical madness
Post traumatic
Ideological magnificence
What a crock of shit
Indeed this is
A hail storm of nonverbal abuse
Denting cars
Caving in skulls
Doing far more damage
Than any frequent storm
Acting like I know it all
The pain
The sadness
This carnival like atmosphere
Which is human existence
When in fact
Without question
I know least of all
A big fat nothing
In an endless cavalcade
Of aspiring something’s
That ultimately
Will amount to the same
Nothing
I want you to feel
To understand
So that I myself
Don’t really have to
An obligation is not required
Dedication somewhat inspired
With one foot
In front of the other
You, me, we
Must still managed
To stumble
And at times fall
Down upon our graces
Down upon our faces
Smashing into the ground
Resounding is that sound
We must bleed to live
We must suffer to get it
We, me, you
All of us
And none of us
Mortal bastards of intent
Living ineptness
Via God’s good graces
Every sin to be punished
He’ll forget nothing
He’ll forgive even less
Every broken promise
To him and ourselves
Has long since piled up
There are few mountains
That stand
That were not built by man
Talk like a switchblade
Cutting to the point
To the core of flesh and bone
Deep into the mind and soul
Letting others know
That I’m like them
And that they are like me
Perilous people facing
Further peril
With regard to each other
And ourselves
With regard to life and death
One will do little
To change any other
The game is staged
The rules played
All of it is pointless
Unless we find our something
For me it has becoming writing
Awe inspiring
Pushing all that I know
And all that I do not
Right to the very edge
Of reasonable understanding
Its seems to work
It gets me by while I’m alive
I guess that I could wonder
What exactly is your poison
Your truth and reason
I could
But I will not
Talk like a switchblade
Cutting both ways
Inflicting wounds
That both heal
And stay infected…


Talk Like A Switchblade
Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2015.

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