the platitudes of willful resemblance

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 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
 
   

8 Comments to “Untitled”

1. 
   wordsasunder
   February 27, 2011 at 8:22 pm

   honest and open.. great stuff 🙂

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2. 
   signed...bkm
   February 27, 2011 at 9:08 pm

   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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3. 
   Copyboy
   February 28, 2011 at 12:14 am

   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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4. 
   Cathy Webster (Olliffe)
   February 28, 2011 at 7:47 am

   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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5. 
   Old Ollie
   February 28, 2011 at 8:55 am

   Tough poem – man tough!

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6. 
   ashear
   February 28, 2011 at 11:43 am

   Really hits me, because I can see my Kevin in it too. Brought tears to my eyes.

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7. 
   Sherry Blue Sky
   February 28, 2011 at 2:38 pm

   “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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8. 
   Pat Tillett
   February 28, 2011 at 4:22 pm

   Good and dark Jhon.
   You are what you are…

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