captain sees the red-notes in you, sheds feathers

like an eclipse. he sees this cut planet as a living

creature that shivers as the pale-white fleas gnaw

chunks from its hide, drill down to its bone and

suck out the marrow. captain sees the red-notes

so he sits brave-numb in the corner of the room

while i take another beating. captain smells the

burning before i do and-cries-and-cries for me to

wake up and captain holds me while i sleep, a pale

light that slow-slow ascends and there are birds

where we’re going and captain promises they will

be so beautiful.




🌷 (1)

◄ death poem

something glows inside all of us ►


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Colin Hill

Thu 26th Oct 2017 08:32

I came back to this after reading your comment Stu which in a way opened up the door into the poem for me. Even with the added info it still strikes me as being quite personal and impenetrable which is no bad thing. I very much like the use of the name 'captain' in the title and throughout. Can't help but think there might / ought to be more to come on this theme? Good stuff. Col.

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Martin Elder

Wed 25th Oct 2017 09:14

I don't think any child is probably without an imaginary friend at some point in their young lives. A gripping piece Stu
Nice one

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Stu Buck

Sun 22nd Oct 2017 15:10

cheers guys. yeah, captain was my imaginary friend when i was younger and it just kind of grew from there.

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suki spangles

Sat 21st Oct 2017 04:35

Ah! This is the kind of poem to read at this time in the morning, if you know what I mean - that other-worldly natural serotonin kick we receive, care of the circadian rhythm fuel injection..

The way I read this poem is the captain is an angel - of sorts, but one that believes in their own darker brand of "tough love"?

Apologies if I have misread it, but you know, it's that time of morning..


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Fri 20th Oct 2017 20:42

Beyond analysis yet strangely not beyond comprehension Stu. Marvellous and frightening to the unitiated. Pass the LSD.


Wolfgar Miere

Fri 20th Oct 2017 20:20

Sounds like a voyage of frightening discovery Stu, I hope the birds fly out to greet you.


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