Rupture

Rupture

A Poem by Tim Lion

 

 

Rupture

 

From a scummy brown park bench,

In a marijuana haze,

I watch a mangy brindle stray dine

On his own feces,

And wonder

If God

Has forsaken me.

© 2011 Tim Lion


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The picture says it all. Shiiiiiiiiiiiit.

Posted 14 Years Ago


That image is messing with my mind. It's like the hobo and the garbage can are free-floating and the shadows don't match.

Anyhow, I love the tone and brevity. That last part has a twist to it and my mind ping-pongs as to the 'true' meaning.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

short but strong! amazing!

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

it is a bleak view of the world, but extremely well written

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

You present a painful viewpoint with your brave pen.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Again, interesting. Your writing has a very uncommon flow to it. I haven't read anything like yours before. I like it. I like different writing. Very nice work, Mechanical.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on February 24, 2011
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Tim Lion
Tim Lion

Lake Worth, FL



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Sometimes, when the moon presses her naked chest to my window, and my wife is carving the value from trash scraps, I feel like I may never be able to outshine my finite timeline. And the worst part is.. more..