Present Damned

Yeah, that day I wrote it, I was growling about a few things...

Thank you, Crim!

Yeah what she said! Wicked cool, I have read this several times and it only gets better, thanks for sharing

Hey, Nikki, I'm pleased you're taking time with it. Thanks, sister poet!

The imagery in this is stunning! Your wordplay outstanding
and yea the whole of it is dark but it shines with brilliance :)

I'm running out of ways to thank you for your enthusiasm, Poetik. Thank you for the awesome comments, here and on other poems!

Yeah, Gabriel, those are the bloodthirsty lines, glad they caught your eye! Thanks.

grim stuff to be had. your words put me on the shoulder of a cold and empassioned perspective, all the while on a swivel. bravo atk

Have I managed cold and impassioned concurrently? Neat trick, if you think so! Thanks for the words, Luna.

I think so. that's how it comes across to this one guy

Man, Blade Runner universe impressions!  Love it!  Super cool, many layers, demands second and thirds reads.  Bravo Madame!  Mike

Blade Runner... I was going for hi-tech overtones, so I'm glad you caught that, Mike. Thanks for the comment - boosted my day!

Loved it !! Great work

Thank you, Gigi fish! xx

Thank you, Mourganna, you're too kind! Means a lot to hear that...

suddenly i had a twilight zone moment...
awesome writing!!

I wrote this a while ago (I had to submit it for the Anonymous Poet comp), so in time since, I've forgotten the details of what I was thinking/feeling while I wrote it. So, I'm reading it with *almost* fresh eyes, and the effect is eerie.  I might have to start experimenting with re-reading work after a solid delay...

Thanks, Cesar!

Stark yet darkly complicated. The meaning escapes me, but no matter...this atmosphere is electric & steely. My inner cyborg is smiling.

Well, electric & steely, I'll take! And the cyborg smile, thanks, Butch.

I thought I'd read this before... thanks for your support in the comp with such a kick ass piece and for playing pong with the idea for the comp in the first place.  
 
This piece captures me and I reflect, cyphers me into this circuit board of surreal imagery, past rows of doors with watts and [y], then you unleash me on the other side... and I run to my dictionary [Logarithmic?].

Thanks, Case, for the creative comment! I'm pleased you like it.

Yeah, logarithmic... Is my math geek showing?

;)

Well, that makes two poets running for dictionaries, win!

lol

Thank you, Vee, for your kind comments and the love.

:)