I keep returning to this poem. Sometimes I think Byrons lemming is my whose throat is cut. Lemming’s killing themselves at the abyss comes from a Disney movie. Has My with the Cut Throat seen the Disney movie? I think not. Hocus focus buffering suffering. Keeping em on their toes!
Byron’s lemming stopped on the brink is rich in implications in itself, sort of a curse and a blessing with the apostrophe. Either Byron is the discoverer of the lemming or the owner or is being stalked by a lemming. There is water everywhere but not a drop to drink. Bite bite, hocus focus, buffering suffering--getting your throat cut. To be or not to be.
Perpetual, everlasting, eternalizing--a twitching alluring lemming in a cage... a long-standing struggle between pleasure and pain... one’s soul in a cage, a throat slashed... tracking the powerful swirling emotions in this poem is breadth taken...
thank you as ever! been working on for days... on end...
I keep returning to this poem. Sometimes I think Byrons lemming is my whose throat is cut. Lemming’s killing themselves at the abyss comes from a Disney movie. Has My with the Cut Throat seen the Disney movie? I think not. Hocus focus buffering suffering. Keeping em on their toes!
Byron’s lemming stopped on the brink is rich in implications in itself, sort of a curse and a blessing with the apostrophe. Either Byron is the discoverer of the lemming or the owner or is being stalked by a lemming. There is water everywhere but not a drop to drink. Bite bite, hocus focus, buffering suffering--getting your throat cut. To be or not to be.
Perpetual, everlasting, eternalizing--a twitching alluring lemming in a cage... a long-standing struggle between pleasure and pain... one’s soul in a cage, a throat slashed... tracking the powerful swirling emotions in this poem is breadth taken...