I Don'T Want To Talk About 'It'! Poem by Sue Stone

I Don'T Want To Talk About 'It'!



No thanks.

I don’t want to talk about ‘it’.
‘It’? F*cking ‘it’?

That
tiny,
snivelling
insignificant
mono
syllabic simile
for something that’s bigger
than a f*cking aircraft hanger?

Your puerile insensitivity

Let me leave you with that thought.

Hanging in the air,
For you to store in your
F*cking aircraft hanger

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Diana Van Den Berg 15 June 2009

Oooh! I can imangine the catharsis, Sue, that the climax of your poem brought in, 'Your puerile insensitivity'! Well done!

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James Mclain 05 June 2009

it is your meaning perhaps it is lost to it...is it clear..it is dear..what a wonderful stanza of planes and where it hides them...it thinks you haves more of it in you...iip...do it again..it is great..thank you..iip

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