Towards the end, he began dreaming of self-evident things,
peeling himself clean,
away from the finely sculpted renditions of perfection.
He began chasing the thing he wanted most,
the filth,
the dirt that can only be known,
found
beneath his own broken fingernails
and the filtered opportunities
still caught up in the things
he still had left to do.
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November 28th, 2014 at 9:43 pm
I like that the person in the poem is peeling themselves clean, only to realize that what they are really after is filth and dirt under their nails.
You have a splendid way of saying a lot in just a few lines, but without a lot of frilly imagery. I like it. š
December 9th, 2014 at 3:22 pm
love how all the imagery centers around the hands. the act of peeling, sculpting, the broken nails & the filtering. this is coming from a visual artist!
December 14th, 2014 at 1:14 pm
Thank you for that