(For Poppy's January Challege
at https://vocal.media/writers/poppy-s-prompts)
Bullet holes
Are extra,
Wholly holes —
Extra holes
Beyond which
Come standard –
Unnecessary, superfluous:
Neither hear
Nor speak
Nor see
Nor pee;
Don't love
Or interdigitate
Or lovingly
Consummate;
Or eliminate —
Just waste.
.
Make life
Leak out.
.
Unnecessary holes
Are extra
Ass holes.
We each
Only need
One.
The rest
Are just
Extra waste.
About the Creator
Gerard DiLeo
Retired, not tired. In Life Phase II: Living and writing from a decommissioned church in Hull, MA. (Phase I was New Orleans and everything that entails. Hippocampus, behave!
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Comments (5)
Wonderful piece. Nicely done.
Well done! "Don't love Or interdigitate Or lovingly Consummate; Or eliminate — Just waste." I'm learning all the time... had to check the definition of interdigitate!
This was so profound. Loved the last stanza the most!
You made the rhyming seem so effortless and smooth! A great take on the prompt. “We each Only need One.” Is my favourite part!
Well done!