Fahrenheit

I haven't read much of your work before but im greatly impressed
the rhythm is like a story almost
Bravo

Lil' Kitty

ah sure you've all the time in the world to read my shit. always happy to impress.

Thanks for the drop by and thoughts.

Kitty,

I had this in misc first, seen your comment and figured you were right, moved it to the dark side.


you're very welcome anytime, and thank you for the encouragement.

ahh Mikki

nice interp, mine is a tad more ..heated

good to see you around missus, Thank you for the kind words.

i find the "fire" writes more romantic than dark...this one is original, and sounds real good off the ol' tongue...nice write Lep

LB,

I dunno man, fire gets everywhere, romantic, dark, erotic, it's about trying to harness it without trying to tame it,'cos that's when you gonna have some problems.

delighted to have you drop by sir.

I agree...

This is lyrical in sound quality Eamonn, and I adore this bit

"he raises a hand to his head  
fingers skeletal, long bleached bones  
clack-clacking to the somber beat  
of The last post"

:)

Maggie, Maggie, Maggie.

generally when one types "I agree", I'd be liking it. however knowing people as I do, I'd wouldn't say it'd be too much of a stretch to assume the three ellipses post agree, means you agree to a degree...

glad to have your eyes scanning this one and thanks much for the visit and kind words.    

lol

Specifically this degree

"this one is original, and sounds real good off the ol' tongue..."  ;)

Hemi, man  
 
I'm getting slow, I've been trying to think of a nice way of calling you a hypocrite, got lost in the pot-> kettle -> Black thing ..so I'll say nothing at all :)
 
 
First stanza, yes his would fit much better than a. I'll change that now.
 
the scene, I agree needs expanding a little, I'm seeing this today with my eyes for the first time :)  
 
yeah, I figured it wouldn't really be your gig. it's far from the raw earthy concrete style that you've owned, so your comment and guidance here  is that much more appreciated.
 
cheers man.
 
 

Nice job!  Sort of dark and Poe-like.

Merci Madame,
 
thank you kindly for dropping by and leaving your brain print.


...Poe like, I can live with that one.

I'm with light and Maggie read out loud it sounds like a masterpiece!! Read this twice I enjoyed it xoxo

Gigi,

then it's all been worthwhile, having you speak my words ..with your mouth.

always delighted to see your dropping in.

cheers.

Strider,

Far too kind man, (but I can live with that).

appreciate you dropping in and leaving your footprint.

Mr A,

you know yourself, some times I let the cryptic-ism run amok, this might be one of those occasions, though I did try to reign it in somewhat.

I s'pose on the surface the general theme of this poem is to do with playing with fire, some of us need the danger and the heat, fire wins(?) in the end though because of its nature. I think we're drawn to it for different reasons. I s'pose if you look a bit deeper you might find more. ..might not .


I've changed that line a little bit, was hoping to get away with that blatant switch of language, but you busted me, fair play.

I've capitalized The Last Post, to be honest I wasn't sure of how to set that one up, I figured that it was just the first word needed it, took a guess , got busted ..again.

can't get away with shit here, which is always a good thing.


many thanks for your visit and insight Mr A.

I see what you mean 'bout the bare bones It'll have to be changed to scorched 'cos I used charred in the stanza before. bare though, kind of has it's place as you suggested so I'll have to find a way 'round.

Daniel Gabriel Fahrenheit is the lad in question, I looked up drivingness and got a website for driving school.

I figure that with the popularity of that Micheal Moore documentary people should get it handy enough.

Liking the dark side, Craic.

Atakti,

oh, you like my dark side... I can live with that.


thank you kindly for dropping by and leaving your brain print.  

Awesome images. Parts of this poem reminded me of being in a bar years ago watching one of the grizzled regulars burn his palm with a lighter as a bar trick. Very impressive . . . the poem, that is, the bar trick was just weird. I shall read more of your work.

Tony.

Delighted to have you rambling through my scribe-ings. That lighter trick is close to what I was trying to project so I'm happy enough that you were reminded of it.

Thanks for dropping in and leaving some kind words.


 

Is this about crack?

Craic, it's about craic.

welcome