my breath stinks my armpits smell my stomach aches I am not the man I thought I was better to be dead then have to spend a lifetime dying. but I’d be awkward as anyone else in anyother life so there is only this and with all, it perseveres. I cannot wash the stain of maleness off my clothes I am not the man I ought to have been only recently realizing that I have to obliterate all that should not be known or read, less it be known and read. and still, my breath stinks, my armpits smell. my stomach aches. - Hoc Scripsi
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honest and open.. great stuff 🙂
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the stain of maleness from my clothes….that is a powerful line..the screams repression in need of resolve…the parts played as male and female are so diverson from that inner person we are…well done Jhon…bkm
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Takes me to many different places especially the line stain of maleness. Love it. BTW…made you blog of the day.
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I too love the 'stain of maleness.' And your use of repetition opening and closing is effective. “Spend a lifetime dying” is also a keen observation. Nice work.
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Tough poem – man tough!
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Really hits me, because I can see my Kevin in it too. Brought tears to my eyes.
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“than to spend a lifetime dying” – perhaps one of the starkest lines I have ever read. Wowzers, powerful stuff! Made me think about all the stuff I need to sort through, too, and get rid of:)Big bonfire coming up!
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Good and dark Jhon.
You are what you are…
the platitudes of willful resemblance 