Sup man. Welcome... the punctuation, academic references, and subtle but bullseye'd multis and slants feel muy familiario
but what really rings a bell for me is the dimly lit metaphors branching out from the heart of the verse into abstract aspects of being human... the way you sidestepped the artificial feel of indirect concepts with authentic false memories/ actual memories that somehow make readers feel nostalgic. Seven degrees of separation of the collective conscience lolol. I bet you enjoyed writing this verse more than you enjoy reading it. Even if you didn't, that's the type of storyteller you seem to be.
Quote:
|
moral fiber and fiction - imagination's faithful regrets
|
that line fits perfectly in the flow of the verse, and yet feels like it was built one word at a time. love it haha.
Quote:
showed my face at Sunday mass and watched a pastor resign
it's not passionate drive. or maybe that's all that it is,
coughing charcoal arteries and carcinogens
while roadkill rots and fertilizes, Artemis lives
twin dragon arson persists. firefights, Apolloan myths
spit on your gravestone to prove a zombie exists
|
Cool as hell. I liked reading this a lot. keep keyin, dead man.