Just Bitching

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Just Bitching

 

I know of poetry what the Devil knows of Heaven.
Having lived there once; leaving turned me angry and bitter.
Perhaps Hell is a failed line that hangs twisting for all time,
And repeats itself over flatly without changing. Pain!

 

Brownish stains running down walls that once bloomed fresh graffiti
Spit acid in the eyes of all originality.
Banality becomes the air in the lungs of weak rebels.
See! See them tossing pebbles where boulders  were once heaved! Grieve!

 

Dredge up the salty bottoms of stony tear ducts. Lament!
Cement floods woody hiding places; steel crosses us out.
Would someone (anyone) please unchain a disgusted shout?
Quit mulling about! Prisoners with no will no escape! Pigs!

 

The shadow of death has gotten too big. It looms and burns.
I suppose our train is dying, and your rockets burn the tracks,
But your whiskey tastes like fruit punch, and your smoke is just steam.
You couldn’t dream the reality shows that we witnessed  live.

 

 Survivors that struggled to survive; not to win a prize!
And our American Idols stood on tiny stages,
And raged to take their places! Good music! Not sexy faces!
So take it, but know that it’s all just a show. Not a life!

 

But demise of an honest revolution. Just a joke,
Who’s punch line is a flaccid commercial for greasy meat.
And you corpses line up to eat this dribbling poison.
Get a tattoo, pierce your flesh, dye your hair…

 

With no conviction.
 

 

And no one’s scared
 

Except

 You.

Reviews

[Analgesia]

Brother, you made my hair stand on end here, that is some crazy verse. Lots of good comments on rebellion for the sake of rebellion, and writing in general. Theres an original style that belongs only to you, and most importantly a lot of passion as well. You use unwordly tools here to make that purpose heard, you made me see what you were seeing as a whole, not a net of too many seperate feelings and emotions. Really good read, I hope I was of help and thanks for writing something worth reading.

[Kevin Vorshak]

Deeply written rant, Grady. So true the desire of the youth to tattoo and pierce themselves for the sake of doing it. While I've seen some of it tastefully done, much of it isn't. And it is so true that there's no focus in the rebellion, unless it be to show off their fancy skivvies as their pants hang to their knees.

[Mason Vail]

I think when I'm compelled to keep rereading something over and over, I keep getting more out of it even after half a dozen readings, and I'm concerned that it's going to haunt me for quite awhile, that's probably a good thing. This works as a general condemnation of accepting flashy mediocrity in our pop culture, but I'm pretty sure you're specifically disgusted by pop poetry and that's what's going to keep me up at night and make me nervous about how often I write lightly...

[Dianah]

The King of the rant. So good to hear you again Grady. This needs to be said. Sometimes I think the younger generation need lessons in How to rebel.

[Emily B]

It wants to be shouted. Rant and rave and curse and kick and spit if you want to . . . because you lived there once and one day you will again. I think pain is the worst thing. You may know others that are worse yet.

There is power in the word. There is particular power in these words. There is a strange contrast between the words of the poem and the apparent non-chalance of the title. Highly effective stuff there.